“I Give the Orders Here,” He Shouted—Until I Told Him Who I Was

wipe my hand on my jeans.

“Aubrey Miller,” I said, my voice calm and level.

“Mark Hensley,” he replied, pointing a thumb at his own chest with clear pride. “Retired Air Force Colonel, O-6. Did twenty-five years, flew sorties you couldn’t even dream of, sweetheart.”

He waited for me to gasp in awe, to be impressed by his credentials. When I didn’t react continue reading …