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Lizzy led the way to the UH-1N Twin Huey helicopter that the USAF 1st Helicopter Squadron at Andrews had sent over. One of the nice benefits of being an agency director; her time was rated as too valuable to be wasted stuck in traffic.
It landed inside the loop of the NRO’s running track, close by the grass volleyball court.
Drake had a good eye. Her diamond exactly matched the Air Force-blue paint job and her gold band matched the helo’s gold side-stripe. There was no clear diamond to match the white tops of the Huey, but she preferred the simplicity of the ring with just the single stone and the smoothly twisted setting suggestive of the contrail of a jet barrel-rolling through the sky.
Now she finally knew how to explain to her mother why she’d waited so long to get married. Not
