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didn’t know a soul, save for Rocky.
    Not that he could muster the energy to care all that much. The blonde had left him feeling boneless—no pun intended. At the moment it was all he could do to lift his beer.
    “No clue. Isn’t it Friday?” Rocky asked.
    Brody thought about it for a moment. They’d cooled their heels at the transit center in Romania on the way home from Turkey for how many days? Two maybe?
    Right when he was feeling happy and relaxed, the question was making his brain work too hard to calculate what day it was.
    Brody decided it would be easier to go about this another way. “Hey, darlin’?”
    “Yeah, sweetie?” The woman smiled extra wide as she sidled closer to him and rested her hand on his shoulder.
    She should be extra sweet to him after the fistful of twenties he’d given her in the back room.
    “What day is it?”
    “You mean like the date?”
    “No, not the date. The day of the week. Is today Friday?”
    “Yeah, it’s Friday.” She laughed. “Where you been? Living in a hole or something?”
    Rocky snorted at the truth of her statement. Hole was as good a description as any for where they’d been.
    A bare bones training camp in Turkey. A hole. Same thing.
    “Yup. Pretty much.” Brody raised his beer to her in a toast and answered her for both of them. “Thank you much for the clarification though. I appreciate it.”  
    As for the girl’s smart mouth and comment, since she’d used that mouth damn well in the back room, Brody figured he could forgive pretty much anything that came out of it now.
    She sashayed away and Brody watched the sway of her hips until she was out of sight.
    Shaking his head he blew out a breath. One time in the back wasn’t going to make up for the six-month long drought, but it was a start.
    He turned back to Rocky. “So, apparently it is Friday.”
    Rocky grinned as if he knew exactly what thoughts had caused the lag in Brody’s return to the conversation.
    “Apparently. And as you said before, where the hell is everybody else? I don’t know a soul in here.”
    The guys from his returning unit who had wives and girlfriends and kids would be with them. But Brody could only guess where his civilian friends were. “At the bar, maybe? Now that the guys are all pussy whipped, they can’t be going to strip clubs anymore or they’ll get shit from their women.”
    “It’s a hell of a thing, getting put on lockdown just because you’re dating a girl. I mean no touching and no fucking other girls is understandable, but even looking is off limits?” Rocky shook his head. “You can keep that shit.”
    Brody didn’t have much of an opinion on the matter since he didn’t have, and didn’t intend on getting, a girlfriend anytime soon.
    He picked up his cell phone. “I’m gonna track those motherfuckers down and tell them to get their sorry asses over here.”
      “Yeah. You do that.” Rocky nodded enthusiastically, his voice a bit louder than necessary to be heard over the music.
    The beer had been flowing for a couple of hours now and Brody was starting to suspect they’d both be too drunk to drive anytime tonight.
    Calling the guys to meet them would serve more than one purpose. Besides getting the guys out of the house on a Friday night, Chris could be the designated driver and save him and Rocky from having to take cabs home.
    Brody sent out a group text figuring that was the most efficient. Besides, he was too lazy and bleary eyed to text them all individually. He sent the message off to Jon, Zane, Chris and Rick. At least one of them had to be around.
    He put the phone on the table and eyed the action on the pole.
    With his squeeze from the backroom now on stage performing, Brody felt the need to watch her gyrate. He was so engrossed it took him a few minutes to realize nobody had gotten back to him.
    Frowning, Brody picked up the cell and looked at the readout to make sure. “What the hell?”
    Rocky turned from watching the dancer.