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then, but he found himself relenting and accepting her invitation. "I like spicy ethnic foods."
    Chloe's laughter rang out. "The kind Marc hates. Good choice. Stop by around seven. You know the address, right?"
    Jason nodded and stepped onto the crosswalk.
    Chloe lifted her hand in farewell and turned to head back to the club.
    Dinner had gone off without any harsh words between the brothers. Marc behaved and kept his mouth shut about the incident the night before. Jason managed to forge a friendship with Chloe—having flying in common broke any remaining ice. And if Jason wondered sometimes what she saw in Marc, he kept it to himself.
    Probably a good thing. Chloe freely admitted her own faults. Said her middle name should've been 'impulsive'.
    But in a weird way, she helped keep Marc grounded. As grounded as he could be anyway.
    The problem with Marc? His young age. Mentally, anyway. Sometimes, Jason thought Marc too immature for a relationship, but what did he know? He couldn't find anyone who spurred his interest enough to ask for a second date.
    Only two years separated him from his brother, but there were times Marc acted like it could be decades. Brash and charming, Marc's bravado fooled almost everyone. Until he didn't get his way. His childishness always reared its ugly head when that happened.
    Marc thought the world owed him something. That it should fall at his feet and thank him for being… well, Marc. Chloe did a lot to disabuse his brother of that notion. She didn't take Marc's bullshit when he got smacked down. For that reason alone, she proved to be great for his brother.
    Jace had no reason to be morose about it. Not really. By thinking about Marc and Chloe, he could put off trying to decide what to do with his own life. Leaving the military would kick up a bunch of backlash. His dad still maintained active military status, even though he could retire with full pension and all the benefits that went with it.
    If Jason chose to leave, his dad would lose his shit. And Marc would take whatever track the elder McIvey decided on. And honestly, Jason didn't know if he wanted civilian life. He liked the structure and rules involved with his job. They acted as a tether, kept him grounded.
    But the prospect of creative freedom held great appeal, too. The not knowing for sure what he wanted… not so much.
    God, he should be committed.
    "Yo, Jace? Where'd you go, man?" Jagger's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
    Jason glanced over and noticed the guys all gathered by the door.
    Jagger lifted a brow. "We're ready to head out. You coming?"
    Jace waved them off. "Nah. I'm not ready to take off yet. I'll take a cab back to the apartment." He could actually walk, but he didn't need the guys to know that. He kept the location of his apartment to himself.
    His boisterous mates left and he finished his shot. Still too keyed up to head for home, Jace exited the bar and ambled up the road for two blocks, then turned and continued along the next block until he arrived at his second favorite pub in town.
    He'd never shared the information with his team… it came in handy on occasion to have a little place tucked away that no one knew about. He made his way to the crowded bar, grabbed a vacant stool, and ordered another shot.
    Lifting the glass, he made a silent toast. To figuring shit out. Tossing back the liquid, he relished the strong burn that slid down his throat.
    Maybe if he drank enough, the answers would come to him.

Chapter Three
     
    Chloe couldn't shake the itchy feeling that hummed in her blood. She hadn't been so tightly strung since she took her final flight test. It made her a little insane.
    All because she thought she knew why Marc had returned home. If he planned what she suspected, well… she shook off the thought. She'd wait and see if she'd called it right when Marc returned. Then she'd figure out if she could handle the challenge.
    While she worked on her fourth shot, a guy approached and struck up a