going in Hollywood. All you see is older women with younger men. Hell, even BB’s new wife is an older woman. BB seems plenty happy.”
“Bull, BB’s wife is twelve years older than him.” But, yes, BB had never been happier. Based on that, Matt decided he’d place the limit at a twelve-year age difference in either direction for any woman he dated. That seemed fair. “Anyway, there’s like a dozen messages here. I’m moving to the next one.”
“All right. Fine.” Bull agreed, not that it mattered, so Matt moved to the next message.
It didn’t look any better. “Uh, oh.”
“What?” Bull leaned lower.
Matt glanced at his friend. “This one’s from somebody with the screen name Don’t Ask Don’t Tell .”
“Hmm.” A deep frown furrowed Bull’s brow.
Matt had spent a decade in the military. First in the Army, and now in the SpecOps with Task Force Zeta. He was well aware of the phrase and its reference to the military’s former stance on gays in service. Live and let live was Matt’s personal motto, but as far as his own love life, his taste ran strictly to females.
“It could be a girl who’s new to this country or just didn’t know what that means. Won’t hurt to take a look at the profile. Right?” Bull shrugged.
Sure, it wouldn’t hurt Bull. Matt, on the other hand, was another story.
Matt noticed how willing his teammate was to send him out on questionable dates, while Bull himself had a nice girl of his own to go home to.
Maybe it was just an accidental reference. Who knew? Giving her the benefit of the doubt, Matt clicked over to the profile and stared at the picture. He enlarged it, blowing it up to maximum size, and stared some more.
“Nope. It’s a guy.” It didn’t matter how long or close he looked, there was a definite Adam’s apple in the photo.
“No way. You think so?” Bull was too damn tall to see the picture well enough.
“Yeah.” Scowling, Matt slid his chair over so Bull could get a better view.
Bull read aloud, “ ‘Six-foot tall , athletically built . Looking forward to great changes in life soon’. Okay, you’re right. Next.”
“Thank you.” Matt sighed and deleted that message too.
Under Bull’s close supervision, Matt worked his way through all of the emails. He came up with two viable candidates. The team wasn’t expecting any assignments for the next few days, so Matt responded to both, asking one if she wanted to meet for drinks on Friday night, and asking the other for Saturday. He figured that would double his odds of meeting the girl for him.
When the last email was sent, Matt leaned back in his chair. “That’s it then. We’ll see if I get responses back from the two I asked out.”
“How many were there to start with?” Bull asked.
“Thirteen.”
Two seemingly normal, single women out of the whole bunch. Matt did the calculation in his head. That represented approximately fifteen percent of today’s responses. Matt didn’t know what the site’s average was for successful match-ups, but at least one of those two dates would have to be with a nice girl he would want to see again. Right? Besides, two dates in one weekend was two more than Matt had been on in months.
“Two out of thirteen.” Bull whistled, long and low. “I’m glad I met Marly the old-fashioned way.”
Matt let out a snort. “If you really believe getting blown up during a hostage situation is the old-fashioned way to meet a girl, you better go back to medical and get your head rechecked.”
“You know what I mean. We met live and in person. Not through this online crap.”
Online crap. Matt cocked one brow. “Thanks.”
“Don’t be like that. I’m saying this way is fine for you, Matt. You’re a computer guy. I’m more hands-on.”
“Yeah, I know. Believe me, Bull. I know.” Matt had been witness to far too much of his teammates’ hands-on activities.
Bull shook his head. “You ever going to stop throwing that in my
“Bull, BB’s wife is twelve years older than him.” But, yes, BB had never been happier. Based on that, Matt decided he’d place the limit at a twelve-year age difference in either direction for any woman he dated. That seemed fair. “Anyway, there’s like a dozen messages here. I’m moving to the next one.”
“All right. Fine.” Bull agreed, not that it mattered, so Matt moved to the next message.
It didn’t look any better. “Uh, oh.”
“What?” Bull leaned lower.
Matt glanced at his friend. “This one’s from somebody with the screen name Don’t Ask Don’t Tell .”
“Hmm.” A deep frown furrowed Bull’s brow.
Matt had spent a decade in the military. First in the Army, and now in the SpecOps with Task Force Zeta. He was well aware of the phrase and its reference to the military’s former stance on gays in service. Live and let live was Matt’s personal motto, but as far as his own love life, his taste ran strictly to females.
“It could be a girl who’s new to this country or just didn’t know what that means. Won’t hurt to take a look at the profile. Right?” Bull shrugged.
Sure, it wouldn’t hurt Bull. Matt, on the other hand, was another story.
Matt noticed how willing his teammate was to send him out on questionable dates, while Bull himself had a nice girl of his own to go home to.
Maybe it was just an accidental reference. Who knew? Giving her the benefit of the doubt, Matt clicked over to the profile and stared at the picture. He enlarged it, blowing it up to maximum size, and stared some more.
“Nope. It’s a guy.” It didn’t matter how long or close he looked, there was a definite Adam’s apple in the photo.
“No way. You think so?” Bull was too damn tall to see the picture well enough.
“Yeah.” Scowling, Matt slid his chair over so Bull could get a better view.
Bull read aloud, “ ‘Six-foot tall , athletically built . Looking forward to great changes in life soon’. Okay, you’re right. Next.”
“Thank you.” Matt sighed and deleted that message too.
Under Bull’s close supervision, Matt worked his way through all of the emails. He came up with two viable candidates. The team wasn’t expecting any assignments for the next few days, so Matt responded to both, asking one if she wanted to meet for drinks on Friday night, and asking the other for Saturday. He figured that would double his odds of meeting the girl for him.
When the last email was sent, Matt leaned back in his chair. “That’s it then. We’ll see if I get responses back from the two I asked out.”
“How many were there to start with?” Bull asked.
“Thirteen.”
Two seemingly normal, single women out of the whole bunch. Matt did the calculation in his head. That represented approximately fifteen percent of today’s responses. Matt didn’t know what the site’s average was for successful match-ups, but at least one of those two dates would have to be with a nice girl he would want to see again. Right? Besides, two dates in one weekend was two more than Matt had been on in months.
“Two out of thirteen.” Bull whistled, long and low. “I’m glad I met Marly the old-fashioned way.”
Matt let out a snort. “If you really believe getting blown up during a hostage situation is the old-fashioned way to meet a girl, you better go back to medical and get your head rechecked.”
“You know what I mean. We met live and in person. Not through this online crap.”
Online crap. Matt cocked one brow. “Thanks.”
“Don’t be like that. I’m saying this way is fine for you, Matt. You’re a computer guy. I’m more hands-on.”
“Yeah, I know. Believe me, Bull. I know.” Matt had been witness to far too much of his teammates’ hands-on activities.
Bull shook his head. “You ever going to stop throwing that in my
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