When it came to providing dates, the last thing the military was was definite or precise.
Maybe it was Bull’s hangdog expression, or some sort of temporary insanity on Matt’s part, but he decided a distraction might cheer up his friend. “If you swear not to tell a soul, I’ll let you in on a little secret project I’ve got going.”
“A mission?” Bull’s spirits lifted before Matt’s eyes.
“No, it’s personal. Online. I was just about to get into it when you knocked.” Matt hooked a thumb at the screen, wondering what the hell had gotten into him that he was willing to risk all sorts of teasing just to cheer up Bull.
“Good enough. I’ll take anything.” Bull planted a hand on the sofa’s arm and hoisted himself up with a grunt.
It hadn’t been that long since Matt had visited Bull in the hospital after one of their missions had blown up—literally. Matt would make a bet Bull’s broken ribs were still sore as shit. It was good the command had kept him on light duty, whether Bull wanted to believe that or not.
“What is this?” Bull looked over Matt’s shoulder at the screen.
“Swear you won’t tell the team?” A little late to be asking but…
Bull rolled his yes. “Yes, I swear. Jeez, as if you don’t have all sorts of secrets on me.”
Since that was very true, Matt nodded and clicked open the first message. “I opened a profile on a dating site to meet women.”
“Really.” Bull’s brows rose. “And? Anyone good?”
“I don’t know yet. This is my first batch of responses.”
“Well, jeez. What the hell are you waiting for? Open them up. Read ’em to me. Are there pictures?”
Bull really was desperate for some action if Matt’s dating profile got him so excited, but at least he wasn’t giving him any shit about it. Since Matt was dying to read the messages himself, he didn’t comment on Bull’s interest.
“The profiles have pictures. We can go there after I read the message.”
Heart fluttering, Matt cleared his throat and dove into the first message.
“‘ Hey there, sweetie. Your cute’—you’re isspelled incorrectly, FYI.” Matt pointed that out, even though Bull was standing right behind him, reading over his shoulder. “ —‘I’d love to connect with you. Hottie57’.”
“Wow. She sounds hot.” Bull seemed impressed, in spite of Hottie57’s blatant abuse of the written word.
“Yeah, I guess.” Could Matt date a woman who misused your for you’re ? Maybe it was just a typo. A slip because she was so eager to get her message sent to him.
Hottie57 sounded nice enough. Sweet. Friendly. Complimentary. If she was a hottie, Matt could overlook the typo. And this was the first message he’d read. Wouldn’t it be amazing if Matt found the love of his life in the first response to his online profile? Sure, it seemed the odds would be against that, but still, stranger things had happened. In his line of work, Matt had witnessed that too many times.
“Look up her picture.” Bull nudged Matt’s shoulder with his elbow.
“All right.” Armed with the belief that miracles did happen and that Hottie57 could be the future Mrs. Coleman, Matt set fingers to keys and searched for her profile on the website.
He found her page fast enough…and his high hopes came to a screeching halt. “Nope. No good. Listen to this.”
As Matt outlined the details for Bull, he wished he hadn’t, because the information he uncovered was not good. Hottie57 was, coincidentally, fifty-seven years old. With a sigh, Matt deleted the message from Hottie57 .
“So what?” Bull shrugged. “A little older isn’t so bad. Some mature women are sexy as hell.”
“Yeah, a little older, little being the operative word. Bull, I’m thirty. That’s a twenty-seven year age difference.” That seemed pretty huge to Matt. It wasn’t like he was an ageist, not at all, but he at least wanted a woman from the same generation he was in.
“Hey, cougars are the hottest thing
Maybe it was Bull’s hangdog expression, or some sort of temporary insanity on Matt’s part, but he decided a distraction might cheer up his friend. “If you swear not to tell a soul, I’ll let you in on a little secret project I’ve got going.”
“A mission?” Bull’s spirits lifted before Matt’s eyes.
“No, it’s personal. Online. I was just about to get into it when you knocked.” Matt hooked a thumb at the screen, wondering what the hell had gotten into him that he was willing to risk all sorts of teasing just to cheer up Bull.
“Good enough. I’ll take anything.” Bull planted a hand on the sofa’s arm and hoisted himself up with a grunt.
It hadn’t been that long since Matt had visited Bull in the hospital after one of their missions had blown up—literally. Matt would make a bet Bull’s broken ribs were still sore as shit. It was good the command had kept him on light duty, whether Bull wanted to believe that or not.
“What is this?” Bull looked over Matt’s shoulder at the screen.
“Swear you won’t tell the team?” A little late to be asking but…
Bull rolled his yes. “Yes, I swear. Jeez, as if you don’t have all sorts of secrets on me.”
Since that was very true, Matt nodded and clicked open the first message. “I opened a profile on a dating site to meet women.”
“Really.” Bull’s brows rose. “And? Anyone good?”
“I don’t know yet. This is my first batch of responses.”
“Well, jeez. What the hell are you waiting for? Open them up. Read ’em to me. Are there pictures?”
Bull really was desperate for some action if Matt’s dating profile got him so excited, but at least he wasn’t giving him any shit about it. Since Matt was dying to read the messages himself, he didn’t comment on Bull’s interest.
“The profiles have pictures. We can go there after I read the message.”
Heart fluttering, Matt cleared his throat and dove into the first message.
“‘ Hey there, sweetie. Your cute’—you’re isspelled incorrectly, FYI.” Matt pointed that out, even though Bull was standing right behind him, reading over his shoulder. “ —‘I’d love to connect with you. Hottie57’.”
“Wow. She sounds hot.” Bull seemed impressed, in spite of Hottie57’s blatant abuse of the written word.
“Yeah, I guess.” Could Matt date a woman who misused your for you’re ? Maybe it was just a typo. A slip because she was so eager to get her message sent to him.
Hottie57 sounded nice enough. Sweet. Friendly. Complimentary. If she was a hottie, Matt could overlook the typo. And this was the first message he’d read. Wouldn’t it be amazing if Matt found the love of his life in the first response to his online profile? Sure, it seemed the odds would be against that, but still, stranger things had happened. In his line of work, Matt had witnessed that too many times.
“Look up her picture.” Bull nudged Matt’s shoulder with his elbow.
“All right.” Armed with the belief that miracles did happen and that Hottie57 could be the future Mrs. Coleman, Matt set fingers to keys and searched for her profile on the website.
He found her page fast enough…and his high hopes came to a screeching halt. “Nope. No good. Listen to this.”
As Matt outlined the details for Bull, he wished he hadn’t, because the information he uncovered was not good. Hottie57 was, coincidentally, fifty-seven years old. With a sigh, Matt deleted the message from Hottie57 .
“So what?” Bull shrugged. “A little older isn’t so bad. Some mature women are sexy as hell.”
“Yeah, a little older, little being the operative word. Bull, I’m thirty. That’s a twenty-seven year age difference.” That seemed pretty huge to Matt. It wasn’t like he was an ageist, not at all, but he at least wanted a woman from the same generation he was in.
“Hey, cougars are the hottest thing
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