Agent out of Time (The Agents for Good) Read Online Free Page A

she’ll never laugh at you for doing so. She’ll be someone you can trust, as much as, you did your best buddy, who always had your back. She’ll help you make a life together that you’ll be able to become so busy in that there won’t be any time for troubling thoughts. She’ll be, along with your children, the force that gets you up every morning. In short a good wife is one of the most precious things a man can ever receive in life.”
    I grew silent remembering my own history.
    “She’s gone?”
    I glanced over at him, “Yes, for a long time now. I’d do almost anything to have one more moment with her, but some things are truly gone forever when they’re gone.”
    The mood inside the truck had gotten too serious.
    “Another thing about a great wife is you can’t beat the unlimited sex, when it comes to getting rid of tension.”
    I caught a glimpse of a smile as he quickly glanced back out his window.
    “I’m serious! It’s the best cure for tension that’s still legal in all fifty states and it doesn’t even kill brain cells!”
    We are almost to Ted’s place.
    “Deshavi isn’t good wife material, at the moment, but if you’re interested and you wait, as the good book says ‘all good things come to those who wait upon the Lord and put their trust in Him’. Without faith Trent, you truly are alone. You need to get that firmly in place before anything else in your life.”
    I heard Trent softly mutter out the window, “I’m just here to visit my grandfather.”
    I smiled and just shook my head. It was never that simple, when a woman like Deshavi was involved. He may be here to just visit his grandfather, but all that was filling his mind right now was the image of my granddaughter and her skintight jeans and open looks of invitation.
     
    We pulled up at the dig, such as it was. For all intensive purposes Ted was retired from archaeological practices, other than idle tinkering. He hid out here in the wilderness to escape from being thrown into an old folks home. I couldn’t say that I blamed him much. When my time came I’d walk out into the snow, crawl if I had to and just be done with it.
    Ted wasn’t in his cabin so I beckoned Trent to follow me. We made our way past old spoil piles into the forest. I slipped through the forest easily already sure of where I would find Ted.
    “Special forces?”
    I looked back at Trent, “Something like that.”
    “Does Deshavi have anybody else other than you?”
    I smiled to myself; he was hooked line and sinker he was.
    “She has a mother that’s no good. My son died in battle when she was three. I cared for them both after that. I’m not sure where I went wrong, but Deshavi is very much a rebel child. She’s gotten herself mixed up into some bad habits.”
    “Drugs?” He asked, but I shook my head no.
    “I don’t think so. She steals stuff and you saw how free she is with herself.”
    “And this is the girl you want me to hook up with?” He asked sarcastically.
    “Hey!” I said good-naturedly, “You’re the one that seems interested. I’m just giving you some friendly advice.”
    I saw Ted, the archaeologist hard at work, fishing up ahead.
    Trent called out to his grandfather and Ted dropped his pole into the water, as he turned toward the voice he recognized. I stood on the periphery as the two men greeted each other warmly with a hug. I sensed a story somewhere here. Ted was Trent’s maternal grandfather and yet both men shared the same last name, which meant one of three things. Trent’s mother had him out of wedlock. She was a widow and had changed her name back, but it was rare to change the name of the son, in such a case. Or lastly she was divorced and Trent had decided to keep his mother’s maiden name instead of his father’s.
    In any case it couldn’t have been a very secure childhood, but he seemed to have turned out fine despite it. I let myself be drawn into the activity of catching up and the hours went by