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Justin tried to beat a hasty retreat from the debriefing room.
Escape was definitely his best option.
He’d simply never look at Kara Moretti again. Maybe he’d wear blinders around the ship like the ones he put on his brother’s horse team when he was hitching them up for the Tri-State Fair. Rafe was the only Roberts not to serve, because a horse had kicked his knee hard enough when he was a boy that it had given him a lifetime limp. At the moment, Justin sort of wished he was the one the horse had kicked.
But Justin made the mistake of breaking his new-found law by glancing at Kara as he was tossing out his untouched, pitch black, and now dead cold coffee.
She subtly pointed behind her back out toward the sunlit flight deck. Everyone else was heading down the internal ship’s ladders
