"Complete blood work up," Anya answered. "I was in Prague and I was preparing to return to the U.S. It is required. I can contact the hospital and hav... them send the records."The doctor nodded slightly and frowned."Let's go ahead and do it now – just for safety's sake," she decided. It was obvious to Adam that she was warming to the group. "If we find something, we'll get the records. I really don't think there will be issues. It sounds like this company is far more selective about who they. He was a survivor and survivor's hardly ever fought fair. I know I didn't."Colonel, 82nd Airborne," I replied. "Seven years in Iran, Iraq, Saudi Republic..." Eight actually," he said waving to stop me. Then he paused and looked thoughtful. "Or maybe it was seven and it just seemed longer. No, it was eight but that's close enough. Good to finally meet you, Captain." He had the short, clipped tones of a British officer but was American clear to the bone. It wasn't unusual for someone who spent. She deserved the same as all the others, even if she seemed to find more time alone with me. I snagged the front of her dress and pulled her to me. She grinned and stepped into my welcoming arms. Her more familiar kissing felt different only in that she was different. My need for all of them was still present. Only my need for Renée had met more satisfaction. I would have to find a way to correct the imbalance.When we parted, Renée sat next to Tabitha. I stepped back and looked around to find. A private harem at my fingertips.Reality had since set me straight.See, the dream wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare I was unable to wake from and it all started with my friend Gwen.She has been my BFF since… forever. Wherever she went, I followed. It was easy to do. Back in her tomboy phase, she ran the local gang of neighborhood boys. She was a tough scrapper willing to throw down and wrestle with anyone. Even when she let her hair grow out, replaced the shorts for skirts, and adopted more.