“Earth to Reese. I’m asking you a question. Where did you go?” Jimmy sat down across from me on the sofa.

His visit was unexpected, but he’d come with ice cream again, and I couldn’t kick him out. But my phone would ring soon, and I wanted Jimmy to be gone when that happened. I didn’t want to tell Mase that I couldn’t talk.

“Sorry. I was thinking about stuff. Ignore me. I’m tired.”

Jimmy cocked an eyebrow as if he didn’t believe me. “Really? Too tired for rocky road?”

No. I wasn’t too tired for rocky road. I was too excited about hearing Mase’s voice for rocky road. “Of course not.” I took the spoon he’d stuck into the container for me and took a big bite.

“Easy, girl. Brain freeze is a bitch,” Jimmy warned.

Smiling, I silently agreed and took my time before another bite.

“Next weekend. I’m not waiting anymore. You are going out with the doctor. It’s a double date. You pick the night. Friday or Saturday. Because it is happening. I’m done waiting for you.”

Crap. He wasn’t letting this go. He mentioned it at least once a week. I had been avoiding answering.

But maybe this was a good thing. I was so focused on Mase, and that couldn’t be good. If I dated, I might be able to distract myself. That seemed highly unlikely, but at least if Mase was getting the idea that I was interested in him, this would throw him off. He wouldn’t have to worry about my affection for him. And that meant he wouldn’t stop calling me.

“Friday night would be best.”

Jimmy beamed and punched a fist into the air. “Yes! Victory! Score!”

Before I could respond, my phone rang, and I glanced down at my lap to see the cowboy boots on my screen. I picked it up before Jimmy saw it. “This is important. It’s about a class I’m thinking of taking. Can we finish this tomorrow, maybe?”

He looked curious, but I knew the pleading look I was giving him would be enough to get him to leave. The phone stopped ringing but immediately rang again, and I answered it before it stopped. “Hey, give me just a minute,” I told Mase, then stood up to open the door for Jimmy, who was watching me with even more open curiosity now.

“I don’t believe you, but I’ll let it slide,” Jimmy whispered, wagging a finger at me.

I closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. “Sorry. Jimmy was here. He’s gone now,” I explained.

“Did I interrupt anything?”

“Only rocky road ice cream and a nosy friend.”

He chuckled. “You could have told me you were enjoying some ice cream with him. I’d have called back later.”

Oh, no, I couldn’t. Not when my day revolved around these phone calls from him. “That’s OK. We were finished,” I lied.

The sound of tires squealing rattled the apartment, and before I could figure out what was going on outside, a gunshot rang out. I froze. I couldn’t move. Surely that wasn’t what I had heard. Maybe the car backfired. This was a safe area; it was why I had chosen this apartment.

A series of shots rang out, and I fell to my knees behind the chair in front of me. Screams echoed in the streets, and for the first time, I regretted being on the first floor. I felt completely open and vulnerable, unable to get to safety.

“Reese, are you OK?” Mase shouted over the phone. I realized he’d been asking over and over, but I was too shocked for his voice to register.

My hand was covering my mouth, and I wondered if I had screamed. My eyes were glued to the window, while the screaming outside continued. Someone needed to call the cops. Me. I needed to. Oh, God.

“I need to call the police. There are gunshots outside and screaming. I have to call and get help,” I told him, not wanting to hang up. I was terrified, and knowing that Mase was on the phone gave me some comfort. Even though he could do nothing.

“Fuck! Get on the ground. Lie flat behind your sofa. Don’t move or answer the door. Call the cops now. Then call me back,” Mase ordered, then ended the call.

My hands were shaking as another gunshot sounded. Voices were yelling unintelligible words along with the screaming. I crawled over to the sofa and lay flat behind it, then tried to call 911 as the panic set in. The numbers on my phone began to shift and blur. Tears of frustration filled my eyes.

My body jerked as I sobbed, trying to figure out where the 9 was, but then the police sirens joined the noise outside, and blue lights flashed through my window. I dropped my phone onto the carpet and covered my face with my hands.

Taking deep breaths to calm down, I listened as more sirens joined the scene, followed by an ambulance. But I didn’t move. Not once.

I lay there as the screaming stopped, but there was still yelling, and people were crying. I was afraid to move, even though I knew the police were outside now.

A knock sounded on my door, and I froze. “Police,” a loud voice called out.

Police. At my door. Oh, God. I had to get up. My legs were shaking horribly, and my heart was still racing.

The knock came again. “Police!” he called out again.

I grabbed the doorknob and looked through the peephole. There was indeed an officer at my door. His determined scowl only terrified me more, if that was possible.

Opening the door, I stared at the man.

He flashed me his badge. “Officer Milton, ma’am. I need to ask you a few questions.”

Me? Why me? I nodded and forced myself to take a breath.

“Did you see anything?” he asked, standing there as the lights flashed and the sirens whined behind him. Someone was covered with a plastic sheet. Bile rose up my throat, and I squeezed the doorknob to keep from falling when my knees went weak.