Peacefully

“Get away from me!” He brandished the bottle, too caught up to notice the expensive alcohol pouring out all over his shirt and pants. His breathing was ragged. “I have a gun upstairs.”

Not that he knew how to use it. And even if he did know, there was no way he could outrun her to get to it. In fact, he realized too late, he had committed a huge blunder. If she were to run up to his room—

“Put the bottle down.” Her tone wavered, and her attempt at a collected demeanor could not have been less convincing. “Everything will be fine.”