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“We’ll convince him,” Joanne assured.

“But we don’t even know his name,” Shelly protested.

Joanne shook her head. “Easy enough to find out.”

“I don’t know how to even begin—"

Joanne raised a neatly shaped brow. “I’ll take care of it.”

“How?” Shelly asked.

“Let’s just say I have an in at Coronado.” That evil, scary, super villain smile was back.

Shelly had no doubt Joanne would get what she wanted. And she would end up as an unwilling participant in the show that had been her idea to begin with.

Maybe instead ofUnder Pressureshe should have named itIsn’t it Ironic. That seemed a more fitting song at the moment.

ChapterEight

“Kowalski!” Wyatt bellowed from the doorway, loud enough it cut through the music pounding through Stefan’s ear buds.

“What?” Stefan yelled back as he hung from the bar mid-chin-up.

“The lieutenant commander wants to see you.”

“Now?” Stefan frowned.

“Now,” Wyatt returned.

He sighed at the interruption to his gym time and dropped down to the ground, pulling the earpieces out of his ears after he landed.

Grabbing a towel, he wiped his face, then gathered his few things. This workout was obviously over. Just when he’d been getting into the zone…

A summons from command could be good or it could be bad.

Either way, the timing sucked. But he couldn’t be too annoyed since thanks to his kick ass performance on the O-course, no one could call him Pierogi anymore. The only thing that would have been worse would have been Wyatt bellowing that choice nickname across the gym for everyone inside to hear.

Before reporting to the head shed, Stefan gave the lieutenant commander who was interrupting him more deference than was due by changing into a clean dry T-shirt.

Was getting summoned at nineteen-hundred hours after he’d already been cut loose for the day really necessary? Stefan let out a huff of annoyance.

This had better be about something good. If it was an op, fine. Good. He was getting restless for some action. But if it was for some bullshit reason—he shook his head as just that thought had him getting annoyed before he even stepped through the doorway.

He stopped just inside the office. The sight of the blonde from the O-course seated at his LT’s desk nailed his sneakers to the floor.

“Sir?” he asked, his gaze shooting between the woman, who’d twisted to glance at him, and his commander.

“Kowalski, have a seat.”

He didn’t want to sit. Especially not next to her.

Had she complained to his command because he hadn’t signed her stupid form?

That was bullshit. He shouldn’t be required to cooperate with any old stranger who wandered onto the obstacle course and claimed to have permission to be there.

With his lieutenant commander’s eyes still focused on him, Stefan finally reached for the other chair.

He dragged it farther away from the female and sat on the very edge of the seat.

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