“Don’t worry, Omelet. I’m armed and dangerous.” I jumped at the voice next to me in the darkness, my brain taking too long to remember it was X. I breathed out slowly, reassured by his presence. And then curious. I had the baseball bat. I knew he didn’t carry a gun. What the hell was he armed with? Had he brought another freaking knife into my apartment? I flicked on the light. He was sitting upright in the bed, his attention focused on the door, his body primed for action. My vibrator clutched in his hands like a bat.
