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They were in a late-model Toyota Highlander, and Kara had slept most of the drive down from Brooklyn to Fort Belvoir outside of DC. She looked so cozy in the tipped-back front seat that Justin had wanted to curl up with her. But that wasn’t an option, so instead he’d driven and thought about her.
He thought a great deal about his conversation with Kara’s father.
As soon as Kara had disappeared inside, Mr. Moretti had tipped his head and led Justin a ways down the sidewalk.
“You strike me as a smart young man. You also strike me as a man of integrity, a view also held by your mother. I value what a mother says about her son, especially when she is talking of other things and I can listen to the words between the words.”
“It’s easy to see why your daughter is an Air Mission Commander
