Free When Summer Comes by Brenda Novak

slamming shut was his only answer. Then Denny threw the truck in Reverse, swung around and charged down Callie’s driveway.
    As his tires churned up the dust, Callie gaped at Levi, who was shaking the pain from his hand. “Did you break it?”
    “No.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Positive.”
    “Would you know if you had?”
    “I’m pretty sure I would. I’ve broken it before.”
    Rifle whined and sat down, letting Callie know there was no need to continue restraining him. She sighed as she straightened, feeling weaker than ever now that the excitement was over. “What’d you do to him?”
    He stared after their red taillights. “You saw it.”
    “But it happened so fast.”
    “Just because a guy can lift weights doesn’t mean he can fight,” Levi said with a shrug.
    “Where did you learn to fight?” She put the pellet gun aside. “In the military?”
    “There’s no need for martial arts when you have a lethal weapon.”
    She thought of Kyle and how rude he’d been earlier—and was glad he hadn’t pushed Levi too far. “You had to learn somewhere.”
    He didn’t explain. “If you want me to leave instead of painting the barn, I’ll understand.”
    “There’s no need for you to leave. They were the ones who got out of line, not you.”
    “But as long as I’m here, they could come back.”
    “They could come back, anyway. And it looks like I’ll be safer if you stay,” she added with a grin. “I doubt my pellet gun could’ve done what you just did.”
    “Rifle could’ve handled them.”
    She watched her dog lick Levi’s injured hand and wag his tail as if he’d just found a new hero. “I’d prefer he not have to.”
    A dark spot was growing on Levi’s sleeve. “You’ve torn out some of your stitches.”
    He glanced down. “It’ll be okay.”
    “We can’t leave it like that.” She waved him forward. “Come on in.”
    She applied a couple of butterfly Band-Aids to act in place of the torn stitches. Then she changed the dressing and got a blanket out of the linen closet.
    “What are you doing?” he asked when she made a bed on the couch.
    She was providing them with a little insurance that Denny and Powell wouldn’t be able to jump him while he was sleeping. “I think it’s better if you stay inside tonight.”
    “You don’t have to worry about me.”
    “I won’t if you’ll do me this favor,” she said.
    * * *
    It was late when Levi woke up. He could tell by the color of light streaming through the windows. The exhaustion of the past few days had caught up with him, but where was Callie? Was she still in bed?
    He lay without moving, enjoying the peace and quiet while listening for her. At first, he heard nothing. But after several minutes, she whistled to her dog outside.
    Yawning, he scratched his head, then winced at the pain caused by such a small action. Thanks to the miles he’d had to push his bike, the dogfight, the stitches, the lack of sleep and the confrontation with the two bodybuilders, he was banged up. Every muscle was sore. But it wasn’t the first time he’d ever woken up like this. When he’d lived at home, feeling as if he’d been hit by a truck had been a common occurrence.
    Pain is weakness leaving the body.
    How often had his father said that? And how many times had he made Levi prove it?
    Unwilling to think of Leo and all his talk about becoming the best, he sat up and waited for his head to stop pounding before getting to his feet.
    When he finally walked outside, Rifle came racing toward him. Levi couldn’t help tensing at the dog’s approach, but he’d lived with the threat of physical danger his whole life—if not in the ring, then at home, with a father whose hair-trigger temper could explode for almost no reason. Levi wasn’t about to let one incident with dogs make him cower in fear, especially because he’d always been a dog lover. After his mother took off with his sister, it was his dog who’d given him enough love to get him