“The Quarterback Shoved My Little Sister — He Didn’t Know Her Brother Had Just Returned From a Black Ops Deployment”

move? Any sharp pain anywhere?”

She nods slowly, wiping her eyes with shaking hands. “I think so. My elbow really hurts. And my head.”

“Can you stand?” I ask. She nods again. “Then get in the truck. Lock the doors. Don’t come out until I say.”

“But Jack, they’re going to—”

“Now, Lily.” My voice has that command tone that doesn’t allow for argument.

She continue reading …