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sex.”
    Shea drank some wine. “So, what, it’s a strictly
intellectual relationship?”
    “It’s not a relationship.”
    She slowly took the glass from her lips. “He’s your
one.”
    Sarah shifted uncomfortably on her seat. “Yes.”
    “Who is he?” Shea leaned closer. “Do I know
him?”
    “I don’t know, don’t think so. He’s a SEAL.”
    “You’re doing a squid.”
    She frowned. “Okay, don’t say that, again, for it
sounds all kinds of wrong.”
    Shea snorted and wiped her eyes. “Okay, but I’ve
heard about that tentacle loving thing is supposed to be a big
deal.”
    “I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth,” she
replied.
    “I can’t believe you’re doing a sailor.”
    “I’m not doing a sailor.”
    “So, that’s the problem, then. You’re not doing him.
Where is he? Been gone a while?” She narrowed her gaze. “How long
has it been for you, Sarah?”
    She exhaled slowly. “I don’t believe I’m discussing
this with you.”
    “Hey, if you can’t tell me about it, who are you
going to talk to about your lack of sexual partners?”
    “Will you let it go if I tell you?”
    “Sure.”
    “Two years.”
    “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve not had a guy in
two years? Sweetie, you need to track him down and get some. Or has
he gone and gotten himself married?”
    “Not that I know of, no.” She shifted uncomfortably
on the seat.
    “Do you know where he is now?”
    She smiled at the waiter who placed her food before
her. “I have a pretty good idea of where to find him, yes.”
    “No bar for you tonight. You need to go get him. Put
in for time off or something, just go get laid. Lord, woman, two
years?”
    “I thought we were dropping this.” Sarah picked up
her fork and knife.
    “Right, we were going to discuss you squid fucking.”
Shea’s deadpan expression had Sarah laughing all over again.
    “You’re such a bitch.”
    “But I’m yours.”
    “How true, how true.”
    She sighed and cut into her dolmades . One of
her favorites was the rolled grape leaves stuffed with ground beef
and rice. The topping of avgolemono sauce only enhanced it.
She had rice pilaf and a veggie mix alongside.
    As they ate, she mulled over Shea’s words. Perhaps
that’s exactly what she needed to do. And that decision was
solidified over her ekmek .
    αβ
    Grey stared out the window of his hotel room and
watched the rain pound the glass. I’m glad I’m inside on a night
like this. He’d been in town—hell, in CONUS, for he’d been
OCONUS for three months—for one full rotation. The team had gone
their separate ways, and he’d made plans to return to Cottonwood
Falls, Georgia to see his own family. He hadn’t been home for a
while.
    However, he’d decided to just get a room here for
the night and allow the storm in all its fury to roll over them
before he made the rest of the drive in the morning. On the table,
his cell rang, and he backed away from the window to answer it.
    “Commander Sorenson.”
    “Grey, it’s Daniel Fith.” The man was angling to
become the next SecNav. Damn near had it locked in; it was just a
matter of formality to become official.
    “What can I do for you, sir?”
    “I looked up that information you asked me to find
for you.”
    Prickles ran up his spine as he sat in the chair.
“And?”
    “Not much to go on, son. By all accounts, she works
directly for Admiral Davies in an administrative capacity.”
    Grey frowned. That didn’t sound like Sarah at all.
Pushing papers all day? No, he had to be missing something. “You
said, ‘by all accounts’.”
    “Picked up on that, did you? Well, when I
requisition a file, that’s what I get, but there is basically
nothing else in her file. For a woman who people only say good
things about, her file is basically bare. Sure, there are
nomination letters for early promotion, but I don’t see medals or
anything of the sort. Then, when I went to get an actual look at
the original file, I was told it wasn’t