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A/N: I received another 5 reviews to chapter 6, and a lot of people are anxious to find out what exactly Angie found in the bag. So I give you Chapter 7! Enjoy and Angie and the gang will be back on Monday!

Bobby and Lester must have heard my scream, because before I could gather my thoughts they were standing in the doorway with their guns pointed in my direction. I clamped my hand over my mouth to make sure I was no longer screaming. Tank turned around and made a gesture to the guys and they holstered their weapons.

"What is going on in here?" Lester demanded.

I held up a tiny scrap of fabric in an obnoxious neon orange and green "What the fuck is this?"

All three guys looked at the fabric and chorused simultaneously "Lula"

"What the hell is a Lula, and why do I have one?"

All three of the guys started laughing and I crossed my arms over my chest waiting for them to give me a straight answer. Lester finally stopped laughing long enough to step into the room and sit down on the bed. "Lula is Tank's ex girlfriend and one of Steph's best friends. She is a former prostitute, who is about your size, and has an unfortunate love for spandex and bright colors. Steph must have taken her shopping."

I bit my bottom lip as I tried to figure out what to say to that. I didn't want to offend Tank; after all he had dated this woman at some point. "I see, well this is really not my color, so maybe I should just put it in the back of the closet hmm? If I ever meet Lula I will have to thank her for her shopping efforts though." HA! That was pretty diplomatic if I do say so myself. I folded the shirt and set it on the bed, and glanced at my watch. "Oh Crap! I got to go punch down the bread." I pushed through the guys and took the stairs two at a time hurrying to the kitchen and pulled the bowl of dough off the stove and uncovered it. I punched down the down in the center before turning the bowl over and dumping out the dough. I worked the dough for a few more minutes before dividing it into two loaves. I set them on a cookie sheet and covered them again before placing them back on the stove. By the time I was putting the bread up for its second rising, the guys had come down the stairs to join me in the kitchen. I went to the fridge and pulled out the chicken for dinner and set it on the counter. "Sorry about running out on ya'll but I didn't want the bread to over rise. It doesn't bake right if that happens."

"Just give us a few seconds to catch up with you next time ok?" Bobby asked as he went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

"No problem. I'll try to be more careful next time. Of course hopefully I won't have any more ummm shall we say colorful wardrobe additions to distract me from dinner." I spared a glance in Tank's direction. I hoped I hadn't offended him over talk of his ex and her tastes. He seemed to be relaxed and ok, but who knows. I'll try to get the scoop on the situation from Steph later. I dug around in the cabinet and came up with a glass baking dish and set it on the counter. I grabbed the butter from the fridge and unwrapped it. I set the butter down on it's wrapper and took the package of chicken to the sink where I opened it and began to wash the breasts. When I was done I rubbed the chicken with butter before laying them in the baking pan. I left a couple of chunks of butter in the pan and went to wash my hands. I added some Italian herb and spice from McCormick spices and made sure to get a good amount on the chicken. I placed the chicken on the top rack in the oven and went to the fridge to get a Mt. Dew. I popped the top and leaned against the counter.

"So what would you guys be doing if you weren't here guarding me from the boogie man?" I took a sip of my soda and felt myself relax a little. I could keep an eye on dinner, and have small talk at the same time. It would take a while to get to know each other, but I was willing to make an effort if they were. God only knows how long we could be stuck here.

"We work at Rangeman." Tank said. I just stared at him thinking to myself "C'mon big guy, use your words…" I gestured for him to continue, and he apparently decided to humor me.

"Rangeman is an all around security company, we provide personal security, security system installation and monitoring, background screens and some bounty hunting on the side." He explained.

"Hmmmm Don't you guys have to have a PI license in Jersey to do background screens and Bounty Hunting?" I slapped my hand over my mouth. 'Stupid Angie… Nothing from your past remember!'

Bobby looked at me in surprise. "How do you know so much?"

I bit my lower lip and shrugged. "That would be one of those things I'm not supposed to talk about. I'm sorry I brought it up."

Lester shrugged. "No worries girl, we've all got things we can't talk about. Maybe someday you'll be able to tell us your life story."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Not unless I leave the program, and well I am really fond of breathing, so that might not be in my best interest." Was it just me or did Tank look a little upset by that. I quickly amended my statement. "Not that you guys can't keep me safe, but you can't watch out for me 24/7 for the rest of my life." I glanced at Tank again and he looked slightly less upset, which I was grateful for. I turned a little to see if the bread had risen enough, when I decided it had I popped it in the oven with the chicken and set the timer for 30 minutes. I set to shucking the corn on the cob while talking to the guys.

"So, since you can't talk about the past. What are your plans for when you get settled?" Lester asked me as he lounged in his chair.

"You know, I'm not sure. I really try not to think about it. I'm not sure how long it will be before the trial is over, or where I'll go after here. I mean I wouldn't want to go into landscaping in the north, but I might not want to think about being a pro ice fisherman in Florida either." Bobby snorted as he looked at me.

"Ice fisherman?"

"Sure, you know where you drill a hole in the ice and then sit there for hours like a crazy person hoping to get lucky before your toes fall off. Ice fishing."

The guys all laughed as I pulled out a large pot and started tossing the shucked corn in, once the corn was ready I added water and set it on the stove to boil. I knew dinner wouldn't take too long to finish once the corn started boiling, so I opened the cabinets in search of place settings. I set the table and started whipping the butter for the bread. You couldn't have fresh bread with out nice light whipped butter. Just as I was putting the butter on the table the buzzer sounded to let me know the bread was ready. I used my apron to grab the loaf pans out of the oven and set them on the stove. I turned them over and grabbed the loaves and set them on a plate I had set out on the counter, and took it to the table. "Eat it while it's hot guys. The rest of dinner will be ready soon."

I turned back to the stove as they started slicing up the bread. I opened the oven to check on the chicken. It was good and done, so I pulled it out and set it on the stove while I found a pair of tongs to reach in and grab an ear of corn. It too was ready, so I grabbed a plate and started piling the corn on it. I found a couple of hot pads in a drawer and set those on the table before bringing over the rest of dinner. I sat down to join the guys and silently prayed a blessing before digging in.

Dinner went very well, the guys seemed to enjoy everything I had made. We chatted about different adventures they had with Rangeman, and Bobby and Lester asked me more about the things I had read. As dinner finished, I was hurried out of the kitchen and told that since I cooked, I didn't have to clean up. I was perfectly fine with that, so I asked someone to take me out to the garage for a smoke. Tank escorted me out and we leaned against the SUV as I lit up.

"Angie, I just want you to know you can tell us anything. We would never jeopardize your safety by repeating it."

"I know big guy, It's just hard. I mean how long before I have to say goodbye to you three and never see any of you again? I just don't want to think about it. Opening up means it will hurt more."