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Brody’s truck was in the driveway and the lights were on in the apartment.
    As he turned the key in the front door, Chris drew in a deep breath and braced himself to be civil until he could say goodnight and stew in his piss poor mood alone in his room.
    He’d been hoping Brody was still at the base. Or hell, even away for a training or an op. Things came up all the time in the teams, and chances were good Brody could have been called in. But Chris’s bad luck seemed to be holding and he’d have his brother’s company tonight, just when he’d rather be alone.
    Darci’s words echoed in his head.
    Always joking .
    He’d asked her out and she’d laughed. Seriously laughed at him and assumed he was joking.
    Christ. It was hopeless thinking he could make her see him any differently after all this time.
    “Hey, you eat?” Brody stood in the kitchen, fridge door open.
    Chris knew there wouldn’t be anything in there for him to find. He should have gone food shopping. He was retired while Brody was active duty. He supposed that made him the wife in this roommate relationship.
    Wonderful. He was the damn woman.
    If any woman heard him say shit like that, he’d be in for a lecture about how many women worked nowadays and managed to take care of the house too. And how many men stayed home to tend to the house and children while their wives worked.
    He couldn’t see himself doing that. He supposed it was no wonder he was single. He was a throwback from the past. A time when a man asked a woman out and she said yes.
    Chris drew in a breath. “Nah, I didn’t eat. And yes, I know there’s no food in there and I should have gone shopping and didn’t and I’m sorry. I’ll order something. I’ll pay for it.”
    “Whoa. Step back.” Frowning, Brody swung the refrigerator door closed and turned to face Chris head on. “I wasn’t complaining. I was just asking a question.”
    “Sorry.” Chris sighed. He moved to the kitchen drawer where they kept the take out menus. “What do you want to eat?”
    “I don’t care, so order whatever you want and then you can tell me what crawled up your ass. A’ight?” Brody leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, looking as if he was settling in for however long it took Chris to talk.
    The last thing Chris wanted to do was talk about Darci with his little brother.
    “It’s nothing. Pizza?” he asked. He wasn’t in the mood to worry about getting a fat gut at the moment, either.
    “Sure.”
    Chris grabbed the phone but didn’t dial to call in the order. The menu from the pizza place wasn’t in the drawer where it usually was and he couldn’t remember where he’d left it.
    He couldn’t seem to function with Brody watching every move he made like a hawk so he put down the phone again. “Seriously. There’s nothing to talk about.”
    Brody cocked a brow, his gaze never wavering.
    Chris shook his head. Since when did his younger brother think he could stare him down and win? He had close to a decade on the kid. He’d been winning stare downs against Brody since they’d been kids sharing a room barely big enough to fit their two twin beds with a nightstand in between. There was no way Brody was going to get him to talk when he didn’t want to talk.
    The one thing Brody’s cocky show of bravado did was make Chris laugh. Given his crap mood, that was quite an accomplishment. He had to give Brody credit for that feat.
    “Fine. Maybe I’m just feeling my lack of female companionship today. That’s all.” He shrugged, hoping that answer would satisfy his brother.
    It was no secret Chris didn’t have the steady stream of women in and out of his bedroom. Not the way Zane had. Or, hell, even Brody.
    His little brother didn’t hook up with the frequency of Zane before the fall—which is how Chris had come to think of Zane’s loss of single status—but Brody was no slouch in the pussy department.
    A young, good-looking SEAL was never lacking in female company