" My scream is the soundtrack to another volley of gunfire, but this time James isn’t the source. He rolls us over and over on the carpet away from the balcony and toward the bed. Once we’re between it and the wall, he pops up and fires three shots toward the entry using the mattress to steady his elbows. Then he drops back down to address me. “I’m in love with you,” he says. “We should get married. "

― J.T. Geissinger , Perfect Strangers