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Right. Thats Adam Treloar, the missions chief medical officer. He waved. Adam!
Smith watched as Treloar approached reluctantly, like a child dragging his feet to the dinner table.
Adam, meet Dr. Jon Smith, with USAMRIID, Reed said.
My pleasure, Smith said.
Yes, nice to meet you, Treloar mumbled, betraying More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy the remnants of a British accent.
Have myucf
met before? Smith inquired pleasantly. He wondered why the polite question would make Treloars eggshaped eyes bulge. Oh, I dont think so. I would have remembered. Hastily, Treloar turned to Reed. We have to go over the crews last physical. And More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy I must make that meeting with Stone. Reed shook his head. Things get jones beach
little hectic as we approach launch date, he apologized to Smith. Im afraid youll have to excuse me. Jon, it was great to see you. Lets not leave it so long, okay? Definitely. Megan, Ill More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy see you at three oclock in the biolab. Smith watched the two men take a booth at the far sqnm
of the room. Treloars a little strange, he commented. Especially since he wanted to discuss physical exams but wasnt carrying any medical files. Yes, he is, Megan agreed. As More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy a doctor, Adams one of the best. Dylan stole him from Bauer-Zermatt. But he is eccentric. Smith shrugged. Tell me about Dylan. Whats he like myucf
work with? I remember that he was a by-the-numbers kind of guy. If you mean hes really focused, thats true. But he More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy always challenges me, makes me think harder, do better. Im glad you found someone like that to work with. He glanced at his watch. I have to get going. Megan rose with emily kuchar
Me, too.
When they stepped out of the elevator on the main floor, she touched his More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy arm. It was good to see you again, Jon.
You, too, Megan. The next time you get to Washington, the drinks are on me.
She grinned. Ill take you up on that.
Dont stare at them!
Adam Treloar jerked his 
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startled by the harshness of Reeds command. He could More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy not believe how Reed, with an easy smile on his face, could be so cold.
Using his peripheral vision, Treloar watched as Jon Smith and Megan Olson made their way to the elevator. He heard a soft ping when the car arrived and 
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let out his More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy breath. Reaching for a napkin, he dabbed his face and crown. Do you know who Smith is? he demanded hoarsely. As a matter of fact I do, Reed replied calmly. Ive known him for years. He pressed his back against the banquette, anything to get farther from the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy sour odor that seemed kirstie alley fat again
follow Treloar wherever he went. Reed didnt care that his gesture was so obviously rude; he had never made a secret of the contempt he felt for the shuttle missions chief medical officer. If you know who he is, then tell me More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy what hes doing here, Treloar demanded. He was the one french cuisine
Danko in Venice! Reeds hand shot out like a cobra, seizing Treloars left wrist, his powerful grip squeezing the delicate nerves. Treloar rolled his eyes and his mouth fell open as he gasped. What do you know More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Broken Cowboy about Venice? Reed demanded softly. I... overheard you talking about it! Treloar managed to say. Then forget that kirstie alley fat again
ever did, do you understand? he said in his silky voice. Venice is not your concern. Neither is Smith. He released Treloars wrist and was pleased by the residu.
