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down the water’s edge just past the surf, parallel to the shore. Coop was already winded from his earlier swim, so he let Kyle win, but normally he’d almost be able to lap them. But, God, he needed this. He needed the sand. He needed to exhaust himself playing in the water.
    As they completed their swim and walked back up the beach, Kyle turned to Coop, and his stomach clenched. He knew the questions would start in now. He just wanted to crash in bed, but no, his Team leader had other plans. “You okay, Coop? I expected a call from you.”
    “Talked to you yesterday, Landmine.” Just like all the rest of the guys, Kyle Lansdowne’s name was morphed into anything that resembled his former pronunciation, Lannie, Landing Gear, Landmine, being the favored. Calling him Lannie would earn you a punch in the arm, if you were lucky.
    “You know what the hell I mean.”
    “I was visiting that family Timmons asked me to go see.”
    “Uh huh,” Kyle answered, taking deep gulps of air. “I don’t hear from you and I worry. You wouldn’t want me to worry, now, would you, Coop?”
    “Nothing to worry about,” Coop hoped his words would give Kyle a warning to let it go. He didn’t want to talk about anything right now.
    “Well, normally, Armando’s the one I would be worrying about.”
    “Me?” Armando asked, feigning innocence. “I always find my way back home.”
    “Now, Daisy was making some serious moves on Tootsie Roll over here,” Kyle said pointing his thumb to the new guy. “And I knew she wouldn’t do that unless you said it was cool, and all.”
    “She doesn’t owe me anything—”
    All three of Coop’s buddies began to whistle.
    “Now I’m really worried,” said Kyle. “So you haven’t been fucked since you came back from Nebraska, I take it?”
    Coop hesitated before answering, which earned him more whistles and cat calls. “Almost, but no.” Coop smirked as he recalled the look on Cora’s face when he’d left her. None of the guys would ever believe he’d actually walked away. He wanted that to remain a secret, too.
    “That’s just not natural, Coop. See, what did I tell you about all that tofu and shit.” Fredo leaned into him and, with a whisper finished his thought, “Makes you soft, man.”
    Everyone laughed, including Cooper. Even Jones was shaking his head.
    “Nothing wrong with my dick,” Cooper said.
    “I don’t want to know what you’re thinking about. An old married man like me can’t have such ideas. I might get a heart attack.”
    They stopped outside Cooper’s door.
    “I’m ordering you to the Scupper tonight, ‘kay?” Kyle said.
    Fredo stepped forward, “Yeah, Coop. You gonna let us shower at your place first?”
    “Fuck no.” He knew the hot water wouldn’t last and he’d have to fill up the propane tank afterwards.
    Kyle put his arm around the Mexican SEAL. “Fredo, we’re going over to your place. That way we can wash our pants, too. Besides, I’ve got to iron my money until it’s dry.”
    “Oh shit, that’s right,” Armando swore. “My new wallet is toast.” He pulled a dark shriveled piece of leather from the Velcro pocket on the front of his cargo pants.
    Kyle turned to Cooper. “One hour. That’s an order.”
    “Roger that.”
     
    Coop took a longer shower than normal. He usually tried to make his propane tank last for two months, but tonight he didn’t care. With the anger worked out of him, his mind went to the vixen he’d met today at the doc’s house. All auburn hair and red pouty lips. He smacked his forehead with his palm while he was shaving, making a splat of the white soap on his mirror.
    “Holy shit,” he said to his Santa Claus image. She was the babe at the Aquarium. Just a week ago, which now seemed like last century, he and Fredo had taken a trip to Silicon Valley to buy his new drone from that dork inventor. They’d taken a detour to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, where he’d seen her, and then again when they stopped