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if he wanted some. Even though Brody didn’t broadcast what he did for a living, it was an easy assumption. Any woman out at a bar near the base who saw a group of guys, all in prime physical condition and usually running their mouths off, could guess what they were.
    It wasn’t often, but sometimes Chris missed the old days when he’d been fresh out of BUD/S. Cocky and full of himself. Ready and willing to take on anyone, anytime. Men in a bar fight. Women for a tussle of another kind.
    Age and experience had cured him of those foolish impulses long ago. But at times like this, it would be nice to transport back to his younger days, back to when the last thing he’d ever wanted was a relationship. When just a night would do. When the thought of having a serious girlfriend—or God forbid a wife—had scared him far more than facing down any insurgent hell bent on killing him.  
    Chris pulled himself out of the memories, glanced up and found Brody watching him.
    Brody launched off the counter he’d been leaning against. “Forget about ordering in. Let’s go out to eat. And while we’re out, it’s lingerie night at the strip club.”
    Chris raised a brow. “Lingerie night? Isn’t that kind of going against the main point of the strip club? That they don’t wear anything?”
    “It’s just what they start out in. They take it off soon enough. Don’t you worry about that.”
    Not sure this was the cure for what ailed him, Chris considered the plan. “I don’t know.”
    “Bro, trust me on this.” Brody slapped Chris on the shoulder. “One private lap dance in the back VIP area and you’ll be good as new.”
    Having a beer while watching a chick on the pole was one thing, but the back room was another. Chris wanted more than a quick grind, or rub and tug. He wanted a real date. With Darci. And what he’d gotten was her laughing at his invite like it—like he—was a joke.
    That memory spurred him into a decision. “A’ight. Let me shower quick, then we can go.”
    A grin spread across Brody’s face. “Sounds good to me.”
    The universe had definitely shifted. That his overly serious little brother was the one taking him out to cheer him up was the exact opposite of how things usually were.
    Chris took his time showering off the sweat from his workout. He even went to the closet and put on a collared shirt with his jeans rather than his usual T-shirt.
    Then there was no more stalling. Time to go, and by the looks of him, Brody was long past ready to leave.
    Brody drove them in his truck, which meant Chris would be free to indulge in a few more adult beverages than he would have allowed himself had he been behind the wheel.
    He didn’t let himself feel guilty about that. Brody was technically on one-hour recall, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, so he had to temper his alcohol consumption in case he got called in.
    Chris had been there and done that. His retirement from the teams meant he wasn’t at the military’s beck and call. He didn’t have to worry about things like getting that call anymore. He might as well take advantage of the freedom.
    They parked at a barbecue place that was conveniently located next to the strip club. It didn’t take long for the hot wings they’d ordered, and the beer he’d washed them down with, to soothe Chris into a better mood.
    Stuffed full and tipsy, Chris paid the bill and they moved next door.
    Within the dim interior the girls spotlighted on the stage, both with lingerie and without, didn’t hurt his mood either.
    They’d barely been there a quarter of an hour, not even long enough to finish the beer they’d ordered, when Brody leaned close. “So which one you want?”  
    “Excuse me?” Chris laughed. Were they window shopping for women now?
    “Which one tickles your fancy?” Brody waggled his eyebrows. “She’s my treat.”
    He rolled his eyes at his brother. “You don’t need to buy me a girl.”
    “I’m not buying you a girl. I’m