The last thing I expected was to take a bullet for a woman.
 Least of all, one that did everything she could, to show me how much she hated my guts.
 Go figure.
 Cause here I was, lying on her kitchen floor, bleeding out to death.
 And as she hovered over me, a gun in her hand and tears in her eyes,
 All I could see was how this sweet, gorgeous, hell of a woman, was set on killing me.
 And yes, I deserved it for what I did to her many years ago.
 I broke her trust and her heart.
 Begging for a second chance wasn’t an option in our story.
 While she gets her payback, my life lies in the hands of an angel.