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“We need to move north, well north, but not staying at an airport. We need to get lost for a bit.” Henderson and the others had come out to stand with them as the barely risen sun sent heat shimmers across the still morning. “Anyone have a suggestion?”
Jeannie nodded against Cal’s chest where her head still nestled on his shoulder.
“Apparently, yes,” Cal translated for her as she wasn’t able to speak yet.
The others moved off to pack up Steve’s drones and collapse the launcher to prepare it for transport. Cal wasn’t quite ready to let go of Jeannie yet. He might not have wept as she had, but it had been close. Too damned close to his anger driving him away.
Something had shifted in Cal—several things—and he didn’t know which was the biggest. He’d put together most of what Henderson
