She took a blanket so she could look at the night sky. She sat under a tree enjoying the stars, thinking about Maxwell. It had been a month since the...ball and nothing had happened. She frowned, wondering what had kept him from seeing her. Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to marry this man, of course he had to want it too, and then she had to get her father’s approval. She smiled again, touching her lips. ‘Do tell, Miss Elizabeth, what is occupying your thoughts?’ Elizabeth jumped turning. Tell her I want to talk to the British and listen in on any of their conversations within two hours.” I nodded.A woman came to me as I stood with Elena and said, “I am Janna. I know Elena so you must be Josh.” She looked at Elena and grinned. “He looks good.” She looked back at me. “Where is the radio?” I handed it to her wordlessly. She looked it over, opened the case with a fingernail. She smiled. “Very good. I rather thought that’s what it would be like. It won’t be difficult to duplicate. ”“Nicolas ... why is that name familiar ... As in Samuel Nicholas, the first commissioned officer in the Continental Marines, the man considered the first Commandant of the Marine Corps?”Sam grinned. “Yes sir. A direct descendant. I did say that the family has had members in the Marine Corps since the Revolutionary War.”Matt reached for his office desk phone. “Give me that phone number.”Sam laughed. He read off the number as Matt dialed. When the phone started to ring Matt put it on speaker. " Ewww! Ick!" Oh, stop it, Mel." You're not bringing that thick-head to the house," Melinda declared. "I don't want him looking at me or touching me."Heather frowned. "I wouldn't want him near you, pipsqueak. I want him to myself. Just the two of us." I'm not sure the house will let you, Heather," Jason said. "We tried to go back once in the afternoon and it wouldn't let us in." And I'm not giving up a day just so you and Brad can make out," Melinda said. "No way." So why couldn't we just go.