Normally you wouldn’t have thought twice about it when you realised someone was trying to get into your house. You’re trained special forces, among the best there is. Normally you would handle this yourself. But not now. Not when you’re 9 months pregnant.

You live alone, the father of the child having walked out on you a few weeks ago, and you need backup.

Simon’s number is dialed before you can even finish that thought; he is the one man you know will always have your back. Simon is your best friend and Lieutenant, if there is anyone who can save you now, it’s him.

“Simon..” you say before he can even greet you, your voice betraying the urgency of your call. “Someone is trying to break into my house.”

A sharp intake of breath comes through the phone, followed by heavy footsteps pounding on the floor. “Lock yourself in your bedroom, point your gun at the door. Shoot at anyone who tries to come into that room unless I tell you it’s me.” A car door slams shut. “Do not hang up. I’m coming.”