Jenny
I never thought a quiet night out would turn into something so wild, but there I was, sitting at the dimly lit bar in this small-town dive, nursing a whiskey on the rocks. The place was mostly empty, just a few locals scattered around, the jukebox humming some old rock tune.
I was twenty-eight, single after a messy breakup, and craving a distraction from my dead-end job at the local diner. That's when they walked in….two soldiers, fresh off deployment, their uniforms crisp but their eyes tired and hungry.
The taller one, with buzzed dark hair and a jawline that could cut glass, caught my eye first. He called himself Frank, broad shoulders straining against his shirt as he leaned on the bar next to me. His buddy, shorter but built like a tank with sandy blond hair and a cocky gri
