After one year, eight months, and five days -- after both being shot, after Mark Vincent rescuing Quinton Mann from kidnappers and Quinn rescuing Mark from a rival anti-terrorist organization, after dealing with deaths in the family and betrayal in the workplace, the CIA spook and the WBIS spy are going to get married. “I hope you feel deeply loved, for you are. I have no greater gift to offer you than my heart, and I give it to you freely. I promise I shall always do my best. I feel honored to be your husband, and I ... I’m happy to call you mine.” Those are Quinn’s marriage vows to Mark. Mark’s vows remind Quinn he’d promised forever. Their story hasn’t reached its end yet -- there are questions that still need answering. What will happen to the spy and the spook and the people they love when those answers are finally uncovered?

You Were Made for Me

We got out of the car and strolled up the walk to the front door. “You know, it blew my mind the first time I saw this house,” I told Quinn.


“When you pretended to be Skip Patterson, you mean?”


I ignored that. I was still a little steamed the photos I’d had of Quinn’s Phillips Exeter schoolmate were so out-of-date. I’d met him in the flesh when we went to Quinn’s twentieth reunion in June, and Quinn had introduced me to a man who was thirty pounds heavier and whose hairline was starting to give up the ghost. Quinn had been trying to look innocent when he introduced us, but I knew him too well to buy it. 


“It must have been amazing growing up here.” And having people like Portia and Nigel Mann for parents.


“It was.” He raised a hand to knock on the door, but it was thrown open before he could, and his mother stood there, beaming at him. At us.


Chapter 16