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“You’re kidding?” General Drake Nason, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff stopped what he was doing and looked over his desk at General Elizabeth Gray.
He’d learned about her sense of humor over the last few months. In private, “Lizzy” displayed a deep sense of humor. Her idea of a belly laugh was a bright smile—quickly covered with a hand. It was a quiet sense of humor, but it was definitely there.
But at work? There, “Elizabeth” had the sense of humor of a rock—a very serious rock. He supposed that it was appropriate for the head of the National Reconnaissance Office. Still, it was sometimes hard to reconcile the woman who shared his bed these last three months with the one who occasionally met him at his Pentagon office or in the White House Situation Room.
“You’re not kid
