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emerged from the house with a large plateful for Spoon. Handing it over, she graced him with a smile. "I brought another bottle of water for you too." She started to place it in his lap, then froze, as if changing her mind.
    Tanner grabbed the bottle from her slack fingers, gave it a toss, and watched it land smack against Spoon's groin. "Thought you needed cooling off a bit."
    Spoon shot him a one finger salute as he scooped a large bite of crisp.
    Oakley giggled. "You two are something." Taking a breath, she looked to Spoon. "You said your name was… well, something horrendous. How did you get tagged with Spoon?"
    "Because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth," Tanner quickly answered.
    "Hey, it's not all it's cracked up to be," Spoon complained between bites.
    "Whatever."
    Hercules took that moment to amble up from his spot under the shade tree. Sniffing Tanner, he headed over to the new man and snuffled his groin with enthusiasm.
    "Hey!" Spoon lifted the plate but didn't have any free hands to push the large dog away.
    Oakley giggled. "Herc! Be nice!"
    "Seems even dogs want a piece of you."
    "KMAGYOYO."
    Tanner snickered at the military lingo for kiss my ass, not in the least upset with Spoon's words. He threw out those same insults to each of the guys from time to time. All part of the brotherhood.
    Spoon handed over the empty plate and fork with a gracious smile after nearly inhaling the food. "Thank you. That was wonderful." Standing, he clasped her hand, kissing her knuckles lightly. "Ready, Rambo?"
    Tanner shook his head, winking at Oakley. "He's incorrigible. You can't live with him, but he does have an occasional good moment."
    She laughed and waved. "See you at six forty-five am."
    "You bet." With one final look at Oakley, Tanner trotted after Spoon, preparing for the ribbing to come. Spoon, always the jokester, couldn't leave this one alone. Come to think of it, I haven't kicked Spoon's ass in a while. If the Green Beret was smart, he would keep his mouth shut. But when did that ever happen?

Chapter 6

    Just before dawn the next morning, Oakley let Hercules out to do his morning business and when she went to let him back in, she wasn't really surprised to find Tanner up, dressed, and standing at her door with the big dog beside him. "Good morning. Give me one more second." She quickly grabbed a couple of water bottles out of the fridge.
    "No problem." Tanner glanced down. "Is he going with us?"
    She nodded. "I take him on most runs. Don't worry. We'll take my car." She looked him over, noticing the enticing picture he presented in loose black shorts and a matching T-shirt that read 'Marine' across the front. You couldn't miss his abundance of muscles in that outfit. Probably most of the female runners would gawk at Tanner and either stumble or start drooling. A specimen like him didn't show up every day.
    "We'll have more room in mine." His tone made it a fact and a command.
    "But he might drool." She glanced up at him in worry. Tanner's vehicle appeared spotless. At the least, Hercules would get dog hair on the seats; at worst, he would actually cause some minor damage.
    Tanner shrugged. "Grab a towel or something. I've got leather seats, so it should wipe off."
    "But… but…" she stammered, still fretting.
    "It'll be fine. Get moving. We don't want to be late." He grabbed Hercules's leash, quickly snapped it to the collar, and took him outside.
    Oakley pulled up the rear with a large blanket in hand. By the time she spread it across the back seat, Tanner had the dog in the car. She jumped in and he pulled away just as the sun broke the horizon.
    "You know, I've never heard him bark," Tanner pointed out.
    Oakley agreed, glancing back at the dog reclining on the blanket behind them. "Me either."
    He shot her a quick glance. "That's odd."
    "The foster home said the only time he did was when one of the other dogs got caught in a fence. Then he threw an absolute fit. They decided he only barked when