weren't privy to, but they had a good idea what it might be. Master Carter was known to take the third spot in an occasional ménage when visiting The Covenant. "I'll tell her, and I'm sure she'll be looking forward to it to. Hey, how'd you know we got engaged? You haven't been here in months."
"The almighty Carter knows all. I gotta go. Catch ya all later."
The connection dropped and Ian looked at Devon and Brody, who both nodded their silent approval, and then at Athos. "Give us the details."
Chapter 3
Angie paced back and forth across her living room, wondering what the hell she was doing. One of her friends insisted on hooking her up with a blind date and it was something she swore she'd never do again after the last disastrous one. However, here she was all dressed up with nothing to do but wait another fifteen minutes before she left for the restaurant where she planned to meet Melvin Fromm, an accountant.
Really? Melvin? When her friend had told Angie about him, she'd called him Mel not Melvin, which is how he'd introduced himself when he first called her. It was all Angie could do not to imagine him showing up with a pocket protector and glasses held together with a piece of tape. She was going to kill Mandy if this didn't work out; not that she expected it would. Which brought her back to her original question–what the hell was she doing?
It'd been over three weeks since Jimmy dropped the bomb he was going back undercover for one more case, and she was still pissed at him. She'd no idea why after two years he decided to go back and, as always, he couldn't give her details because it was classified. At least, that's what he always told her. But she figured it was more of a cross between he couldn't give her any details and he didn't want to worry her with them. Either way, she was in the dark and she would be apprehensive until he contacted her again. And from experience, she knew it could be a week or six months from now. Damn him.
She'd always understood why he'd gone to work undercover for the DEA. It was his way of getting some sort of revenge for the deaths of his family. Mrs. Andrews had been a very nice single mother whose husband walked out on her, two months after their daughter, Ruthie, was born, for another woman with no kids. The only time she had ever gotten child support from her ex was when his paycheck was finally garnered by the courts, when Ruthie was three. That had lasted two months before he moved out of state and disappeared for good. As a result, the woman worked hard at two jobs for the next eighteen years to support Jimmy and his younger sister. Some mothers may have grown to resent their kids in a similar situation, but Dorothy Andrews' children were her world and she let them know she loved them every chance she got. She'd also loved Angie as much as her son's best friend had loved her right back. Little Ruthie had been a sweet girl who'd gotten mixed in with the wrong crowd in high school. It had ultimately led to her and her mother being shot to death over what the police described as a case of mistaken identity. One of her girlfriends swiped some drugs from a dealer they both knew and the dealer blamed the missing drugs on Ruthie. It wasn't until after the police killed the suspect did the other girl came forward and admitted her role in the incident. The same girl died of an overdose two years later.
Jimmy Andrews, now Jimmy Athos, was determined to rid the world of as many drug dealers as he could. Angie wished it wasn't at the expense of his life though. Not only was he in danger of being killed on the job, she also worried about him in other ways. He rarely dated, as far as she knew, and when he did, the dates never resulted in any relationship which lasted past the two or three week mark. She was afraid he would never find someone to love and grow old with, not that she'd found her soulmate yet, either. There were times she wished they'd tried a romantic relationship between
"The almighty Carter knows all. I gotta go. Catch ya all later."
The connection dropped and Ian looked at Devon and Brody, who both nodded their silent approval, and then at Athos. "Give us the details."
Chapter 3
Angie paced back and forth across her living room, wondering what the hell she was doing. One of her friends insisted on hooking her up with a blind date and it was something she swore she'd never do again after the last disastrous one. However, here she was all dressed up with nothing to do but wait another fifteen minutes before she left for the restaurant where she planned to meet Melvin Fromm, an accountant.
Really? Melvin? When her friend had told Angie about him, she'd called him Mel not Melvin, which is how he'd introduced himself when he first called her. It was all Angie could do not to imagine him showing up with a pocket protector and glasses held together with a piece of tape. She was going to kill Mandy if this didn't work out; not that she expected it would. Which brought her back to her original question–what the hell was she doing?
It'd been over three weeks since Jimmy dropped the bomb he was going back undercover for one more case, and she was still pissed at him. She'd no idea why after two years he decided to go back and, as always, he couldn't give her details because it was classified. At least, that's what he always told her. But she figured it was more of a cross between he couldn't give her any details and he didn't want to worry her with them. Either way, she was in the dark and she would be apprehensive until he contacted her again. And from experience, she knew it could be a week or six months from now. Damn him.
She'd always understood why he'd gone to work undercover for the DEA. It was his way of getting some sort of revenge for the deaths of his family. Mrs. Andrews had been a very nice single mother whose husband walked out on her, two months after their daughter, Ruthie, was born, for another woman with no kids. The only time she had ever gotten child support from her ex was when his paycheck was finally garnered by the courts, when Ruthie was three. That had lasted two months before he moved out of state and disappeared for good. As a result, the woman worked hard at two jobs for the next eighteen years to support Jimmy and his younger sister. Some mothers may have grown to resent their kids in a similar situation, but Dorothy Andrews' children were her world and she let them know she loved them every chance she got. She'd also loved Angie as much as her son's best friend had loved her right back. Little Ruthie had been a sweet girl who'd gotten mixed in with the wrong crowd in high school. It had ultimately led to her and her mother being shot to death over what the police described as a case of mistaken identity. One of her girlfriends swiped some drugs from a dealer they both knew and the dealer blamed the missing drugs on Ruthie. It wasn't until after the police killed the suspect did the other girl came forward and admitted her role in the incident. The same girl died of an overdose two years later.
Jimmy Andrews, now Jimmy Athos, was determined to rid the world of as many drug dealers as he could. Angie wished it wasn't at the expense of his life though. Not only was he in danger of being killed on the job, she also worried about him in other ways. He rarely dated, as far as she knew, and when he did, the dates never resulted in any relationship which lasted past the two or three week mark. She was afraid he would never find someone to love and grow old with, not that she'd found her soulmate yet, either. There were times she wished they'd tried a romantic relationship between
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