Horses were another matter; he couldn't remember having mentioned his
childhood horse to Mandi, but John knew about Cloud and knew Cade had owned part
of a riding stable in Germany back in the seventies; after all, the agency had
used the place as a meeting point dozens of times.
Andrea was nearly six feet tall and had striking eyes. John might also have
mentioned Giselle, who'd had similar features and a place in Cade's heart, and
how Cade had considered leaving the agency when she'd been killed during an
arrest that the system had refused to prosecute for diplomatic reasons.
Or maybe he was just being a bit paranoid. Could be she truly just happened
to be a tall goddess with ice-gray eyes who liked cats, horses, and the same
booze as Cade. He wondered what the other convertee in Atlanta looked like and
whether Andrea had 'volunteered' or been 'chosen' to coach him.
On the other hand, the conversion was underway, like it or not, and he'd
been issued a goddess. Cade glanced at Andrea and decided that things could most
definitely be worse.
From the top floor they took the stairs to the roof and Mandi retrieved her
flattened can from its hideaway under the eaves.
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