CHAPTER 63
Lindsey scooted back to her own office before placing the call. She didn’t want to be there if her husband had a sudden need to pee.
“Brigadier General Edward Johns please.”
“May I tell him who’s calling?” The voice was young and male.
“Tell him, it’s, um . . .” Think quickly Lindsey. She was not about to identify herself as First Lady to some unknown peon. “Tell him it’s Little Nell.”
There was a brief pause.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you are not on his call list.”
“Trust me on this. If you don’t want to be working as a dummy on the bayonet practice range by the end of this week, you will tell him I’m calling.”
The young secretary had the audacity to laugh.
“That’s not bad, ma’am. I’m usually threatened with the Arctic Circle posts.”
Lindsey dug her hand through her hair
