As I'd done the day before, I worked on some pressing editing. I told Jordan that I needed to work uninterrupted so that I could concentrate on what I...was doing. I told her I'd stop periodically and check to see if she needed anything. "Remember though," I said with a grin, "if the house catches on fire, make sure you tell me." She giggled and went to entertain herself.I managed to be pretty productive and as promised, checked with Jordan periodically. She and Maxie were just fine and she made. I wasn't going to blow it this time. I was going to stand on that carpet until I was released, no matter how long it took.Three minutes, thirty-three seconds. I know, because I counted. I was on the "one thousand" part when his arms slid around my waist from behind me. He kissed the side of my neck and I stayed strong. I didn't move and I didn't make a sound. It's against the rules to talk to Daddy when he gets home from work until he speaks to me. He moved his hand to my throat, grazing my. Eisenhower. Now I’m being sent to Japan for a two-year assignment which means my wife has to go along, or I don’t see her for most of the next two years, and I suffer financially. She really doesn’t want to raise the kids on base in Japan, and I can’t argue with her.”“Why not try to get a Stateside posting?”“I have. I called in every favor I’m owed, and Commander Schumacher tried as well. If you know any admirals...”I shook my head, “Karl, Commander Schumacher, is the highest-ranking officer I. Two’s company and threes a crowd, right?” Said Enika.“No way, Enika.” Said Lara, “I promised you a sweet boy for this evening, now I wouldn’t hog him all to myself and send you home alone. What kind of a hostess and good friend would I be?”“Lara! You’re so outrageous.”It seemed like an episode of The Real Wives of Chichester. It certainly looked that way. They were so glamorous – and I bet could be bitchy enough for the TV show.Sat on the couch, with me in the middle, I put an arm around each.