Brenda hoped she was not making a mistake as worked towards the door; she paused and sighed, before finally unlatching it. She stepped aside while he stepped into the house. She folded her arms over her chest as a defense from whatever she couldn t place her hands on. What was she to believe? Dave, the kidnapper or Dave, her one true love was standing before her. Everything inside of her revolted against the idea of him intentionally harming her Dad but she couldn t come up with any rationale of who would and why kidnapped her father. Maybe she has watched too much of NCIS or read too much of crime novels for her own good. She ensured her pepper spray was handy before opening the door. Pepper spray has saved a lot of women from what she read about.
"I see you are back from hiding," she didn t want to sound belligerent but couldn t help the disdain from her tone. She walked a distance away from him.