Mixed Up With the Mob
Ginny Aiken
…offer yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer the parts of your body to Him as instruments of righteousness.
—Romans 6:13
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EPILOGUE
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
ONE
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
He’d never given marriage much thought. At least, not for himself. And especially not since God had seen fit to bless him with a grandmother like Dorothea Stevens Latham, a passionate and determined matchmaker. In fact, avoidance of the subject was one of David’s favorite hobbies.
At the red light, he brought his vintage electric-blue Camaro to a stop, and watched a few snowflakes melt on the windshield. It hadn’t felt all that cold earlier in the day, but years in Philly had taught him to expect anything from the weather. It was the twelfth of December, after all.
He flicked on his radio, and smiled at the sound of Miles Davis’s mellow trumpet. It filled the car with its richness; it flowed over him like melted fudge. He loved music, especially the lushness of jazz.
The cell phone rang; he looped on his hands-free headset. “Latham.”
“So how was dinner with the lovebirds?” asked Dan Maddox, a fellow agent with the FBI’s Philadelphia Organized Crime Unit.
The light turned green. David pressed the gas pedal. “Honeymooning agrees with J.Z., and Maryanne’s just as radiant as on their wedding day.”
“Wish I could’ve been there.”
“Well, someone had to mind the store. Since I took the day off, and you are supposed to be on duty—oh, that’s right. You’re on ‘sit and watch’ detail.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m on surveillance. Don’t rub it in. So how was dinner? Can the bride cook?”
David took the next turn. “You missed out, man. Homemade lasagna, garlic bread, the best green bean dish I’ve had in years and tiramisu. Eat your heart out.”
Dan groaned.
David remembered how he’d felt the entire evening. Good food, good friends, good atmosphere. J.Z. and Maryanne’s happiness had made a unique fourth at the dinner table.
And while his thoughts hadn’t veered into dangerous territory during the visit, the minute he walked out of the cozy condo, a question had elbowed its way into his brain. It didn’t want to take a hike.
What would happiness like what he saw tonight be like?
How would it feel to close the door behind a visitor, and turn around to find himself in the company of the person who brought him that kind of joy?
“…earth to Latham!”
He blinked. “Sorry. Guess I lost track of our conversation. I’m on my way to pick up Grandma Dottie.”
“What’s wrong with her brand-new Hummer?”
“Beats me. She just said it was in the shop, that she needed a ride home.” Her request had stunk like a fine, tire-flattened polecat on a hot summer day. His grandmother was nothing if not independent.
But he’d rather discuss her than think of marriage. He muttered, “That only leads to danger, my man.”
“Come again?” Dan asked.
David blushed. “Nothing. Just wondering what Gram’s up to this time.”
“Yeah, well. With her you can be sure she’s up to something every time. Where is she?”
“I’ll tell you, but don’t you dare make any stupid comments, Maddox. She’s at the latest Lady Look Lovely makeup party.”
Dan’s guffaws threatened David’s eardrum. “Oh, yeah. She’s up to something all right. She wants great-grandchildren, Latham, and she’s lured you to an event peopled with women of all ages, sizes, shapes and interests. But there is one interest they all share, you know. Men, single men. Like you.”
“That’s not funny. I’d rather suffer bubonic plague than face that crew.”
“Better you than me.”
“Maybe that’s what I should do. Have you pick her up. Sometimes I think she loves you better than she does me.”
“Can’t blame the woman for her good taste.”
“Give me a break. Just for that, I’m gonna turn around and call her. Tell her I’m sending you in my place. You should face the ‘sweethearts’ she hangs around with. Especially those who aren’t till-death-do-us-part attached to a sucker of the male persuasion.”
With Dan’s indignant squawks in the background, a niggle of discomfort crossed David’s mind. That was how he’d viewed the lot of the average married man. Until tonight.
He murmured a few “Mmm-hmms” and a few “Huhs,” which kept Dan happy and blathering.
David’s thoughts ran rampant.
Maybe Dan was his best defense against Gram’s zealous efforts, now that J.Z. and Maryanne had infected him with curiosity…and, if he were completely honest with himself, something he always tried to be, with a weird kind of emptiness in the pit of his—was that his gut that felt so jittery? Or was it his heart that made him feel strange, on edge?
He’d always thought the heart did nothing more than pump blood. He’d always rejected love-sloppy poets and schmaltzy chick flicks with
