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“I don’t think I told you that yet either.” “I think you might have said something, but not much.” I shook my head and wondered what else I didn’t know about him. He looked so normal. How did someone who looked so regular have so many interesting things about him? “It’s a family tradition,” he explained, scraping the last noodles from his container. “I served for three years in the Paradisa Army. I was in Afghanistan for two tours.” I leaned back in my chair and imagined him in a uniform. The idea was incredibly hot. He would look damn fine in a uniform.

3 I meet Sgt. Joe Navarro at our favorite watering hole later that night. Joe and I served together in Panama. We were thick as thieves with two other grunts in our battalion: Steve Griebling and Larry Yang. Operation Just Cause. General Powell loved the name because even our worst critics would have to say the words. Of course, it didn’t take long for those of us who’d been there to put a different spin on it. Why did we invade Panama? Just ‘cause we fuckin felt like it. Steve was among the twenty-three who didn’t come home. Larry and I opened the agency in Chinatown together, and Joe became a cop in the Fifth Precinct.

They never find a new family but mom and Helena had welcomed them into our home like a family after they were kicked out from the orphanage. Gavin joined the marines while Grayson took a driving job abroad. Until this moment it's not clear to us what Grayson really did all those years ago. Even in our get-together, he's as tight-lipped as he did years ago. Grayson had secrets and even if we're practically brothers, Gustavo, Gavin and I was an outsider. We understand that he lives a double life and he doesn't want to bring into our doorsteps whatever sh*t he has on his other life.

You are thirty-three and have never kissed a woman before? ‘What’s so hard to believe about that?’ Elias chuckled. ‘I’ve been in the army since I was seventeen. Sometimes, when we are on a mission, we’d go days, weeks, even months without seeing a woman. There was one time my squad went on a mission in the desert; we didn’t see another human being—man, woman, child—for forty-eight days.’ Callie marvelled at his experiences. ‘Your life sounds interesting.’ Over lunch—brought by a penitent and over-solicitous Lemuel, Elias regaled Callie with his army adventures, leaving out the dangerous parts, and Callie listened with rapt attention.

Fourth General Order of the Navy: To report all calls from posts more distant from the guard house than my own “Hi, I’m here. Love you, bye.” In the weeks before JD shipped out, the recruiter had met with his family, which had grown tremendously from when he signed up the summer before his senior year. During the meetings, Chief had explained what to expect. Swearing in ceremony at MEPS – Military Entrance Processing Stations. The flight to Chicago. Bus trip to RTC Great Lakes.

A young man who had been listening to the entire conversation suddenly joined in, "Why are you all so unconfident?" One of the soldiers who had commented earlier responded to their newcomer friend, "Gale, you can talk like that because you were one of the top five soldiers in yesterday's training." "That's right. Your abilities can be said to be almost equal to theirs because you even managed to defeat our War General's son, who came in fifth yesterday, right below you," a soldier with blond hair said, who was starting to get a little long. The person being talked about, who ranked higher than Elliot Gardner, was Gale More, a 20-year-old soldier who was only a few points behind Elliot.

It was he who finally broke the silence. "So, what's your first on the list of things you wish to know" I had a cup of water before clearing my throat "First, how did you learn how to cook so goddam well" “I was in the Army—special forces,” he replied simply. “I had to learn how to cook.” “You were in Cag Hart’s division, weren’t you?” He nodded. “So was Matt Caldwell. A lot of local guys turned up there.” I knew not to push my luck too far. Libby had told me that he didn’t like to talk about his unit’s participation in the earlier Iraq conflict. So, I didn't pry any further and let it be.

The stew was rich and gamey, better than it had any right to be. “So,” I said between bites, “ex-military. What branch?” “Special forces. The kind they don’t put in brochures.” He took a slow sip of water from a tin cup, eyes on me. “Saw too much. Did too much. Came back stateside and everything felt… loud. Fake. Figured the woods don’t lie to you.”

“Ignore Linnea. She’s always been dramatic and jealous. We’ve never gotten along.” He kissed the spot softly. “I would never do anything to hurt you, baby.You have to believe that.” “But the name,” Ian pressed, pushing against his chest to look at him. He wasn’t backing down this time. “Why is it so different from the one you use? Why did she call you that?” Zhedya sighed, a heavy sound like he was carrying the world. He looked away, his handsome face shadowed in the moonlight. “When I was eighteen,” he began, his voice low and rough, “I joined the military. Special forces. We did… terrible things. In places like Iraq, Afghanistan.” He paused, swallowing hard. “Monstrous things.”

“What about you? What did you want to be?” “A chef.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Dead serious. I loved cooking. Wanted to go to culinary school, open a restaurant.” He smiled slightly. “Then 9/11 happened. I was eighteen, patriotic, wanted to serve. Joined the Army instead.” “Do you regret it?” “Sometimes. The military gave me purpose, taught me discipline. But it also took things from me I can’t get back.” He looked at his hands. “I still cook sometimes. When I need to clear my head.”