14
“A sailor’s life is an itinerant one.” Lieutenant Boyd Ramis had called them all into his cabin in the communications tower deck shortly after dinner.
Justin felt an incredible sense of déjà vu. The first time he’d sat here, he’d been so hopelessly naive. Fresh out of SOAR training, he’d thought that he knew what he was doing. They’d been in the Arabian Sea at the time.
Then Kara Moretti had walked into the briefing room, and his world had tilted worse than a pinball machine in a typhoon. Twenty-four hours later he’d been flying a raid deep into Somali territory and rescuing hostages during the peak of a tropical storm. Since then he’d flown in several countries, both friendly and a bit less than.
He’d also taken a lover who now sat in exactly the same seat she had before, close bes
