So today the most awful thing happened: my router at home broke! And the worst part? The woman on the phone said we won't be able to get a new router until Monday or Tuesday! How the hell am I supposed to survive the weekend without internet!? Thank God I have an iphone but seriously people, I may shrivel up and die before Monday comes along.

I'm currently at the public library, sitting in a study room and posting this online. I feel like I'm back in college haha.

Quick sidenote, since I haven't said this for the last couple chapters or so, I do not own Band of Brothers. Also, this story reflects my own interpretations of the characters of the tv show. It in no way reflects the real men, of whom I have the utmost respect.

Anyway, here it is! I hope you enjoy it lots! This week has been absolutely INSANE for me, running back and forth and having appointments and meetings pop up last minute so be proud of me for getting this up. Thank goodness it's almost the weekend!

Chapter Nine

"I can't believe I'm in this dilemma again," Meg said to herself as she collapsed backwards on her bed.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning of the 13th and she had two hours until she had to head to St. James's Park to meet Lew and Harry.

The dilemma she was referring to was the two dresses laid out on the bed beside her. While neither of them were nearly as dressy as the two she had been debating two weeks prior, the situation was still of just as much importance.

She felt drained. The past week had taken a toll on her both mentally and physically. Planning military operations was much harder than she had first thought; certainly much harder than planning undercover missions. She knew she had bags under her eyes from lack of sleep but that was to be expected. They had been pulling 15-hour days in the hopes of finishing the plans for Operation Rankin. The men had all broken into groups, constantly arguing and siding against each other. Meg knew exactly what she would say if they were Easy men. She'd tell them to stop acting childish and work together to figure out what would work best for everyone involved.

But these weren't Easy men. These were British military officers who thought she didn't belong there. They would not take kindly to her telling them what to do. So she sat there quietly and listened to them argue back and forth, feeling as if the problems would never be solved.

Because she was so exhausted and stressed, she wanted to look her best. She didn't want Harry or Lew returning to Aldbourne and telling everyone that their favorite girl, Megan Myeroff was falling apart. She could handle the stress and she didn't want anyone thinking she couldn't. Especially not Adam. If Adam caught wind that she was having trouble with everything even just a little, he'd intervene. One word from Adam and Marco would be calling her back to Level 3 for more examinations and that was not something she wanted to do ever again.

Finally deciding on the simple peach dress, she spent the next hour getting ready. Most of that time was spent with her makeup, trying to make the bags under her eyes less obvious with concealer and powder. When that was finished, all it took was a little blush, a little mascara, and a dab of eye shadow over her eyes and she looked normal. Well, she actually looked more dolled up than normal, but hopefully they wouldn't notice it as a mask to cover her real, weary face.

At 11:30 she declared herself ready and slipped on her heavy wool coat, grabbing her purse and heading out the door.

"Miss Myeroff!" a voice called as she walked down the hallway. Turning, she had to resist the temptation to roll her eyes as Captain Norris quickly approached her.

Since they had gone out for drinks, the Captain had gone out of his way to continue talking to the young agent, causing her to start getting frustrated. She put up with him in the meetings in the hopes that maybe some of the other men would catch on that it was alright to talk to her, but whenever she ran into him outside of the meetings she tried to end their interaction as quickly as possible.

"Are you heading out?" he asked, nodding to her coat. She bit back a sharp retort that the answer to his question should be obvious.

"Yes, a few friends are in town for the weekend and I'm going to visit with them," she said and she was surprised to see he looked put out.

"I see," he said slowly, rocking back on the balls of his feet. "Well I just wanted to let you know Sergeant Wellington is back and I was going to suggest we all go out for drinks. Another time perhaps," he said, locking eyes with her and smiling in an annoyingly cheerful way.

Meg nodded.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Another time. I must go though," she said quickly, apologizing again before turning and heading down the stairs.

She spotted Lew and Harry immediately upon arriving at the entrance to the park. She was only a few minutes late but she knew they'd both already be there and sure enough, she was right. The two of them were standing under a tree, both smoking cigarettes and looking warm in their military-issued winter coats.

"Hello," she called out as she approached, causing them both to turn. In one fluid movement they dropped their cigarettes on the ground before walking toward her. She was surprised when they each pulled her into a tight hug. She reveled in the feel of being embraced, trying to ignore the chills that ran through her skin when she wrapped her arms around Lew. Only two minutes in his presence and already she was turning into jello.

"Well don't you look just perfectly chipper," Lew said after their hellos were finished. "And here we were worried you were going to be thin and sickly without us to keep you in line."

Meg shook her head with a chuckle, glad her cover up had been successful.

"I could be saying the same about the two of you. Isn't it my job to keep you in line?" she asked, quick to note that they both looked fit and healthy. For all the complaining the men did about the food, they definitely kept the boys well taken care of.

"Enough with the clever chit chat," Harry said suddenly, winking at her to show he was just jesting. "What do you say we find a nice indoor place to sit and grab some food? I'm freezing."

Both men offered their arms and Meg took both with a wide grin, walking between the two of them as they headed out of the park.

As they walked, the boys began to fill her in on everything Aldbourne. It turned out Lew's letters had been right, she hadn't missed much. They were all just training and training, day in and day out. When Meg pointed out a bookstore she had spent some time in, Harry brought up that it reminded him of something Kitty mentioned in a recent letter.

"Now you've done it," Lew said in a quiet tone, making sure it was loud enough for Harry to hear. The shorter lieutenant ignored it as he started to tell Meg all about how Kitty was doing. She put up with it, pleased to see Harry was so passionate about the girl. She had told him this enough, but Kitty really was a very lucky woman.

They found a quiet little cafe two blocks over and after ordering they settled into their seats.

"So," Meg started, gaining the attention of both men. "How's Dick?"

A look passed between the two men, making Meg anxious. She didn't like that look. Finally Lew spoke.

"Well right before we left to come here, Dick got word from Strayer that he was being made Battalion Mess Officer."

"What?" Meg asked, shocked. "So he's not still with Easy?"

"Nope," Harry said with a shake of his head before reaching for his coffee. "Christ, I'd forgotten what real coffee tasted like," he sidetracked with a chuckle before going back to the topic at hand. "No, and it's a disgrace if you ask me."

"If Sobel's still there when I get back you can bet I'll be using some of those choice words I mentioned," Meg said but Lew shook his head.

"Don't you go getting involved. This'll all get sorted out eventually, so it's best to just let it unfold."

"How can you say that? This is your best friend that's on the line!" Meg practically cried but Lew's frown caused her to close her mouth.

"Yeah, my best friend who I'm sticking my neck out for right now," he said, sounding annoyed and making Meg instantly feel guilty at her accusation. "I'm trying everything I can, but Dick's adamant that I don't get taken down with him if that's what ends up happening."

They grew silent for a moment before Lew's anger dissipated and he put a smile on his face.

"So how's London? Boring without us Easy men?"

"Is it ever," Meg said in an over-exaggerated tone, causing both men to smile, obviously pleased they had such an effect on her. "No one here will give me the time of day. I think they should have chosen Adam to do this one over me. At least they'd acknowledge him because he's a bloke."

"Aw come on, where's that assertive personality you do annoyingly well?" Lew asked with a smirk and she rolled her eyes.

"I must have left it in Aldbourne."

"Then it's a good thing no one there has found it yet," Lew joked and Meg was about to shoot him a rude comment when Harry cut in.

"Well those British officers don't know who they're dealing with," he said just as the waiter returned with their food. "All you have to do is impress them once and they'll know not to mess with you."

"Easier said than done. I sit in those meetings and all I do is take notes. I'm practically the unofficial secretary."

Lew scoffed into his coffee.

"Megan Myeroff, a secretary," he said, acting as if the idea was ridiculous. "You just need to rough 'em up a bit. Pull a Cobb on them."

"Yeah right," Meg said and now it was her turn to scoff. "If I did that they'd have me thrown out! I don't think Commander Morgan is as forgiving as Colonel Sink."

"Morgan?" Harry asked, eyebrows rising. "As in Frederick Morgan?" When Meg nodded, he let out a breath and leaned back in the booth. "Well damn Meg, you're with the big guns."

"You boys put so little faith in me," Meg said as she took a rather large bite of her grilled cheese sandwich. Lew laughed as he handed her a napkin.

"I can certainly see why," he said, tossing a wink at Harry.

"Shut up," Meg said as she took the proffered napkin and wiped her mouth.

"So what exactly are you doing with Frederick Morgan?" Harry asked and Meg gave him a look.

"You know I can't tell you that," she said and Harry frowned, looking up at Lew.

"C'mon Harry, the lady's an IIA agent. She can't go around spouting off everything she's doing on the job," he said and Harry nodded, seeming to understand what they meant.

"So you can't tell us anything then?" he tried one last time and she laughed. He was lucky it was him asking; otherwise she'd probably be annoyed.

"Nothing until it's completed. Now finish your sandwich."

After lunch the three of them found themselves back in the streets of London. Meg showed them the building in Westminster she was staying at and then they headed over to Piccadilly.

"Well Miss Myeroff, care to let your two sweethearts treat you to a theater performance?" Lew asked as the three of them walked arm in arm, Meg in the middle again.

"Sweethearts? But Harry, what about Kitty?" she asked in mock shock. Harry rolled his eyes and shoved her shoulder with his own.

"What she doesn't know can't hurt her. Besides, I don't think she'd mind sharing me for the night, especially if it's with you."

"As long as the kissing's kept to a minimum," Lewis shot over Meg's head and the three of them laughed.

"Well there will be none of that so I'm sure we'll be fine," Meg said as they walked. Suddenly something Harry said hit her. "Harry, have you told Kitty about me?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"Of course I did," he said, seeming to think it was an obvious answer. "She's my girl back home, you're my girl here. I thought it only fair I let her know I'd been enjoying female company these past few weeks."

"God Harry," Lew said with a laugh. "I hope you actually explained Meg's situation to her and didn't just leave it at that. Kitty'll be going crazy over there."

"No I did," he said before catching Meg's worried eye. "Don't worry, I didn't give too much away," he added quickly. "I just told her a female agent had been stationed with us and she was a nice addition. I've told her a few stories about you but she doesn't know more than she needs to."

Meg sighed, suddenly feeling guilty. She should have more faith in Harry; he knew her role was a serious one and wasn't worth the risk to write his sweetheart about.

"Sorry," she apologized, squeezing his arm tightly. "I'm just not used to having all these friends outside of the IIA. And after what happened wit-" she cut off, swallowing as she realized she had almost revealed too much.

"What happened with what?" Harry asked, seeming confused. One glance at Lew told him the other lieutenant didn't know any more either.

"I just find it hard to trust people," she finished shortly as they approached a ticket booth. "Now what show do we want to see?"

The three finally decided on Song of Norway. The show was a matinee so they only had an hour to kill beforehand. The boys claimed they wanted the matinee so they could see the London sights at night, but Meg knew the only London sights they'd be seeing would be the pubs. Not that she was complaining. She hadn't enjoyed a drink since she went out with the Captain, and even then she wouldn't use the term enjoyed.

Another plus of the matinee was that they were already dressed nicely enough. While evening shows always involved patrons in ball gowns and tuxedos, Meg's peach dress would work just fine for the matinee.

"Of course we don't have to worry about our clothes," Harry was quick to point out with a smirk.

"Yeah, we could show up in our sweat-stained PTs and they'd still treat us like royalty," Lew added and Meg simply rolled her eyes. The one thing these boys didn't lack was modesty.

She was just about to turn and give them a suggestion of where they should go before the show started when someone caught her eye.

"Shit," she whispered, ducking back behind the two and pushing them together to form a wall to hide behind.

It wasn't obvious whether their shock came from her swearing or from the action itself but both men stopped and turned to look at her over their shoulders.

"Care to explain?" Lew asked and Meg nodded before ducking lightly.

"Just trying to avoid someone, just keep walking."

"Which someone?" Harry asked as they both turned to look around them.

"The British officer over there with the dirty blonde hair," she said and they both looked. They were just able to see the back of his head before he disappeared deeper into the crowd.

"Has he been bothering you?" Lew asked and Meg was quick to note that he seemed concerned. She suddenly realized how this whole scene might look to them. She knew Harry was a hothead, the man had been busted back to private three times after all, and while Lew didn't seem like someone to get in a brawl in the middle of the street, she didn't want either of them to feel the need to defend her honor.

"Not so much bothering on purpose," she said before explaining. "He wanted to get lunch today but I told him I had other plans. He just seems to think we're friends and I seem to think we're better off...well, not."

"So you're telling us that that poor man over there wants to be friends with you and you're avoiding him?" Harry asked with a cluck of his tongue. "For shame Meg."

"Oh stop," she said, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"And here you've been, whining and complaining about how no one here will give you the time of day," Lew started and she pushed him roughly, causing him to stumble slightly. "Watch it miss," he teased, "or I'll draw attention to you. I'm sure that officer would be sad to find you hiding from him."

"Lewis Nixon don't you dare," Meg said through her teeth and Lew just laughed.

After another few seconds hiding behind the two, Meg glanced over and noted Captain Norris had entirely disappeared. Pushing back forward to return to her position between the boys, she smiled and led them on their walk.

"You have to admit it was a little overdone," Lew's deep voice said, coming from lips surrounding a cigarette.

It was almost 11 at night and the three of them were currently sitting in a booth at the back of an old English pub, Harry and Meg with a pint of beer and Lew with a large whiskey. They had grabbed dinner from a fish and chips street vendor, Lew remarking that the man deserved their business if he was going to stand outside in November. After dinner they had walked through the rest of Piccadilly before the boys had spotted a pub they wanted to go in. That pub had turned into another, which had turned into another, and here they were, three hours later.

"Alright perhaps it was a little overdone," Meg said, finally giving in to what they had been arguing about since the show ended. "But just because it was a little overdone doesn't mean it was any less of a good show."

"Here here," Harry said, raising his glass. His opinion had been absent from the argument so Meg could only assume he was referencing the fact that the debate seemed to be over.

"Another one?" Harry asked as he finished his with a chug. Meg laughed and shook her head, pointing to her half full glass. "Just one then," Harry said as he jumped from the booth and headed to the bar.

"Oh I'm so happy you two came to visit," Meg said, turning to Lew. She and him were sitting on one side of the booth while Harry had been stretching out to take over the other side. Although she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she was glad of the arrangement. Just as she was glad when the boys had insisted she sit between them at the theater. Being next to Lew was almost more intoxicating than the alcohol in front of her. Of course it didn't help that he had taken to stroking her arm halfway through the production.

It was similar to how his hand was currently brushing against her hand every so often; gently and almost as if by accident.

Except Meg knew it was for sure not an accident. In fact, if she was being completely honest, it wasn't helping her problem at all. Previously she had hoped and prayed that the feelings were one-sided. While it would be absolutely wonderful to find out the man you were pining over cared about you too, that was only true if he was single. Not married.

But here Lew was, showing her small displays of affection, hidden under tables or in dark theaters. It was obvious he knew what he was doing was wrong, which made her question it even more. What exactly was he doing?

"Yeah me too," Lew said in response to her statement, putting down his cigarette to take a drink of his whiskey. "It's nice to get away from the boys for a bit, get some fresh London air."

"And of course seeing me had nothing to do with it," she said with a smirk, elbowing him lightly. Aw hell, she thought to herself, the alcohol's got me. Brushing it off, she decided she'd deal with the consequences in the morning. As long as she could blame it on the alcohol in the morning, she was more than happy to give in to her urges and flirt with the charming lieutenant tonight.

"Not at all," he said before winking at her. "So you said you'll be back in a month huh?" he asked, changing the subject.

"More or less. I'm hoping it's sooner but who knows with how things are going."

"You better be back for Christmas," he said and she frowned.

"I thought you told me I wouldn't be missing much? You said that if Sobel was still around he'd probably make you all run exercises all day."

"That may be true," he conceded, "but then what are the boys going to do with all the mistletoe they got otherwise?"

"You'd better be joking," Meg said but one look at Lew told her he wasn't. "They seriously bought mistletoe?"

"It's a Christmas tradition," Lew defended, "and who else are they going to kiss under it?"

"Themselves because they're certainly not going to be kissing me."

"I hope one of them tries," Lew said with a laugh. "I'd like to see you punch one of them in the mouth."

"The only person in Aldbourne I'd like to punch in the mouth is Sobel and I doubt he'll be the first one to go in for a kiss," Meg said under her breath as Harry returned, a pint in each hand. "I thought you were only getting one," she nodded to the two glasses.

"Eh," Harry said as he set them both down and slid into his seat. "I'm sure one of us will drink it."

A honking horn startled Meg awake. As she lay there, blinking her eyes to adjust to the light, she noticed a few things.

One, she was lying on her side facing the broad shoulders of a man.

Two, someone was snoring rather loudly behind her, causing their breath to tickle her neck.

Three, There was an arm draped across her hip.

Four, she was most certainly not in her room.

"Wha-?" she asked, cutting herself off as she rolled over to get a better look at the situation.

It appeared that she, Lew, and Harry had chosen to rent a hotel room for the night. She was currently wedged in between the two of them on a queen-sized bed, Harry to her front and Lew to her back.

She prayed to God no one walked in on the situation. She doubted anyone of authority would find it acceptable.

As she tried to sit up, the arm around her waist tightened, pulling her back down and flush against Lew's chest. How had she not noticed his snoring had stopped?

"Lew we have to get up, we're in a terrible position that would ruin all of our reputations," she said, still trying to pull herself from his grasp.

"Meg," Lew said, his voice still gravely with sleep, "go back to bed and we'll discuss this when we're more awake."

Realizing he wasn't going to let go of her, Meg gave up with a sigh, nestling in closer and bringing her hands up to cup her cheek like a pillow. Besides, the odds of someone walking into their room were slim. She was worrying too much for nothing.

Just as she was closing her eyes, she felt a pair of lips press against the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder.

"That's a good girl," Lew mumbled, his lips vibrating against her skin, sending shivers down her back. Just like that, she knew all hopes of falling back asleep were gone. Her body was entirely too sensitive to his touch, quickly taking note of the fact that his one leg was flush against hers.

It was going to be a long couple hours.

When the boys were more awake a few hours later, Harry phoned for room service while Lew hopped in the shower, leaving Meg to sit awkwardly on the bed alone.

"So, feeling alright?" Harry asked as he came over to sit next to her, the phone call finished. Meg chuckled with a nod.

"Perfectly fine. I'm learning my limits apparently. How about you?"

"While I've certainly been better, I've certainly been worse," he said with a shrug. "I sure wish I had his tolerance," he added with a nod toward the bathroom door.

"I've learned that about him," she said and he nodded. "It concerns me a little."

"Dick and I have talked about it," Harry said, nodding to tell her he agreed. "We're keeping a close eye on him."

A silence fell between them and for some reason Meg felt like it was awkward. She didn't know why though, because this was Harry. Loveable Harry who could make her laugh almost as much as Lew could. She had no idea why being around Harry would make her feel awkward or nervous...

"Meg I have to tell you something, and you're probably not going to like it."

…That was why.

"Alright," she said, turning to give him her full attention. Whatever it was, it seemed like Harry was having trouble telling it to her. "Harry now you're making me nervous. Just tell me already," she said, leaning forward to take both his hands with her own, squeezing them lightly.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to tell you," he said and she nodded, urging him to continue. "Nix...well, he's married."

There was a beat of silence as Meg stared at him.

"I'm sorry if that comes as a shock or ruins your opinion of him or anything but I felt you deserved to know," Harry continued, rambling. "He's a good guy and I know he cares about you and Lord knows his wife back home isn't the greatest but I know you, and I think you deserve to know what you're getting into. I don't know what I would tell you to do in this situation but it-"

"Harry," Meg said, squeezing his hands and cutting him off. "It's alright, I already know."

"You do?" he asked in shock.

"Yes, I knew even before I met him. But it doesn't matter, because there's nothing going on," she said, silently wondering who she was trying to convince more, Harry or herself. Judging by the knowing look he was giving her, he didn't believe her at all.

"Meg-" he started to say, obviously about to tell her to stop lying. Thinking fast, she cut him off.

"I thank you for your concern though," she added, standing up and leaning over to place a soft kiss on his temple. "Kitty is very lucky to have you."

"Thank you," Harry said softly as the bathroom door opened. He threw her a look, a look that clearly said their conversation wasn't over. She tried to ignore him, turning her attention to the bathroom door instead. Lew stepped out, wearing only his pants and his white t-shirt. Meg found herself unable to resist eyeing his damp hair and strong arms. Those were things she didn't normally get to see and they only increased her lust for him.

Lust? When had that become a factor? These were dangerous thoughts she was having; dangerous thoughts that needed to be stomped down immediately, and right now the only way to do that would be to get Lew out of her sight.

"Uh, do you mind if I hop in?" Meg asked, moving quickly to squeeze past him into the doorway. "I just think the food may be getting here soon and I don't want us caught in an awkward situation with the bellhop."

And before either man could answer she shut the door, leaning back against it with a sigh.

Lewis Nixon was going to be the death of her.

"Promise me you'll both write," Meg found herself saying two hours later as she walked the boys to the train station. "I've had so much fun this weekend, I don't know how I'm going to bear going back to work with all those stuffy British officers tomorrow."

"Hey, don't forget you're a Limey too," Harry said, cuffing her lightly on the chin, "they'll have to warm up to you sometime. And of course we'll write. We'll write so much you'll get sick of us."

"I don't know if that's possible," Meg said with a giggle. "If I'm not sick of you two already, I don't think a few letters will make any difference."

"Well don't say that just yet," Lew cut in. "Keep statements like that for after you're back at Aldbourne and any threat of letters has ceased."

"If I ever get back to Aldbourne," Meg added dramatically and Lew smirked, shaking his head.

"Don't say that either. Of course you'll get back to Aldbourne. I think the 101st would fall apart without you."

"I actually think it already has," Harry added with a laugh.

"Damn straight," Meg said as they came to a stop and turned to each other. Meg pulled Harry in for a hug first, squeezing him tightly as she stood on her tip toes. "I don't want you to go," she said softly and she felt him laugh, squeezing her back. "Please keep an eye on him," she whispered into his ear and she felt his head nod up and down.

"Meg," he started to say again and she shook her head, cutting him off. She didn't want to continue their discussion here of all places.

"Harry please," she pleaded softly and he sighed, giving in and putting on a false smile.

"Yes ma'am," He said, letting go of her and giving her a dramatic salute. Meg rolled her eyes and hoped Lew couldn't see how ridiculously overdone the gesture was. Once again, Harry gave her that look, clearly reminding her that their conversation wasn't over.

"Write to me," she repeated, hoping he would understand she meant to continue the conversation via letters. It was foolish to think that kind of conversation could be properly had through writing but she didn't know when she'd see Harry again and she knew he was adamant to discuss this. He nodded, telling her he got it.

That part of her good bye done, Meg turned to Lew, pulling him in next.

"I'll miss you," she said into his ear and she felt him duck his head, resting his mouth on her shoulder as he held her close. "Don't do anything stupid, and take care of Dick will you?"

"I see how it is," Lew said, pulling away with a lopsided grin. "Always worried about Dick aren't you?"

Meg could tell he was teasing so she simply shrugged.

"He is my favorite."

The conductor called for all aboard and the two men turned, each ruffling Meg's hair before heading for the train. As Meg stood on the sidelines, she watched sadly as her last form of enjoyment left her behind.

Now it was back to the grindstone.

Last chapter I got 4 reviews! Yay me!

paintmyworlddarkblue - I hope you enjoyed the stuff about Harry and Kitty in this chapter. I think their romance is ridiculously adorable so I tried to portray it that way haha. And yeah, I do enjoy stories where Dick is a love interest. I just liked Lew for this story because I like portraying Meg in the struggle of falling for someone who's married to someone else. But I do agree, Dick is a great love interest. It must be the ginger in him haha

IceColdInAlex - I agree on the Captain lol, what did you think of him in this chapter? Annoying I hope hahaha. And yeah, Meg is back in her environment but it's not going quite the way she wants it is it? We'll have to see what happens to her in London in the next couple chapters... And did you enjoy the trio's shenanigans? I hope so! haha

LovingBOBThePacific - First, I have to apologize. I haven't read any chapters of your story in a few days and here you are, a devoted, weekly reader of mine. I'm really an awful person. I'll probably end up reading a good amount this weekend though, because with no internet, all I have is my phone and I enjoy reading FanFiction/Fictionpress stories on it haha. Look for more reviews soon! Anyway, I'll really try to add more Joe Toye in. I reread my story last weekend and was kinda like "shit...how am I going to do that?" But I think I have a good idea so we'll have to see if it works out. Don't be mad if it doesn't though! I'll try my hardest, I promise :)

And finally, a very BIG thank you to SparkELee for reading and reviewing every single chapter in one sitting last week! I was so excited when my phone kept buzzing that I was getting more and more emails haha. I'm glad you love my story line! I hope you continue to do so as the plot continues. I'm really glad you like the interactions she has with George, the other boys, and especially Lew. It's great to hear that readers think my portrayal of the characters is good so thank you! And yes, she is tortured. I hope you enjoyed this chapter (and their reunion!) Thanks for reviewing!