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the CO need you for?” Brent asked, eyebrows raised, as Christopher sank down into an empty chair at their table.
    “I’ve got to attend some damn meeting tomorrow morning about network security on base.”
    “And miss the drills out on the water?”
    Christopher shrugged, taking a swig from his beer. “Guess so.  We have plenty of IT staff, but they wanted me to weigh in on a few things.  Some hotshot from the Pentagon is down here this week.  Apparently someone’s been trying to hack into the secure systems.”
    “And they needed your sorry ass?” Brent asked.
    Mike chuffed out a laugh.  “Sic Christopher and his computer voodoo on them, and they’ll be chasing their tails around trying to figure out what hit them.”
    “Damn straight,” Evan laughed.
    Christopher smirked.  He could hack into damn near anything.  That’s how he earned his nickname, “Blade.” Some woman he’d met fresh out of BUD/S didn’t know what a hacker was and thought he literally hacked into shit with a knife or something.  The men in his class never let him live it down, and the name “Blade” had stuck.
    He’d helped Patrick track down the man stalking Rebecca earlier in the summer, hacking into credit card databases to glean info on the suspect.  No one had been the wiser that he’d been there, but the team had secured a plan to track the sick bastard down.  He didn’t feel the slightest bit of remorse when what he did was for the greater good.  No way would he let a man harm a woman or child, and their entire team had helped Patrick guard Rebecca and track down her stalker.
    Mike turned his attention back to them, the two women he was chatting with wandering off, giggling.  “I think I saw her.”
    “Her?” Christopher asked in confusion.  His eyes drifted to the women who’d just left.
    “The hotshot from DC.  Hotter than hell was more like it.  I usually prefer blondes, but I wouldn’t turn her down if she came knocking.”
    Brent guffawed and nearly spit out his beer.  “What the fuck did she look like?”
    “You would’ve liked her,” Mike said, his shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
    “Killer tits?” Brent asked, a wicked gleam in his eye.
    “Easy, guys,” Evan chuckled.  “Ali’s not going to want to hang out with me here anymore.”
    “Aw, hell.  She knows you only have eyes for her,” Mike said.  He looked sheepishly at Alison.  “Sorry.”
    Alison laughed at his obvious discomfort. “I’m sure some of my nurse friends at the hospital would love to meet a Navy SEAL if you’re looking for a date, Mike.  Maybe I could invite them along next time?”
    “I could let a nurse tend to my wounds,” Brent agreed.  “How’s that working out for you, Evan?”
    Alison turned about ten different shades of red.  Christopher apologized to her for Brent’s behavior as Brent winked and excused himself, chasing after a blonde in a tight red dress that had just walked by their table.  For the love of God.
    “He’s terrible,” Evan muttered.
    “He was just teasing me,” Alison said, still looking rather embarrassed.  “I don’t think I’d set up my friends with him though.  How about you guys?” she asked, glancing between Christopher and Mike.  “I could introduce you to someone.”
    “Hell yeah,” Mike agreed.  “Tell me about these slutty nurses.”
    “Who said they were slutty?” Alison asked, laughing as Evan pulled her closer.  He lightly kissed the top of her head.
    “In my mind, they totally are.  You in?” he asked, glancing over at Christopher
    “Nah,” Christopher muttered.  “I’m going to grab another drink.”
    He stood, leaving Mike quizzing Alison about the single women she worked with.  That’s all he needed—one more man tied down.  The next thing he knew, Matthew, Brent, and him would be the only single guys left.  The rest of them would be off playing house with their girlfriends, dicks in their hands.  Like he fucking needed