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

Well, we wouldn’t be able to get DNA from it.


Quinn teased open the envelope and tapped the bottom so the card inside came out. He caught it by a corner, read it, and frowned.


“It’s from my publisher. At least, according to this card.”


I went to the house phone and called down to the front desk. “This is Vincent in Suite 604.”


“Yes, Mr. Vincent. What can I do for you?”


“Who brought the fruit basket and the champagne to my suite?”


“I don’t understand. You told us you didn’t want anyone entering your suite after five p.m. Are you saying something was delivered to you?”


“I’m very sorry, but I trust my staff implicitly, and I’m certain none of them did this.”


“Okay. I’m going to need a good-sized cardboard box and packing material.”


“Of course. I’ll send someone right up with it.”


“Thanks.” I hung up. “I don’t like this.”


“Neither do I. Are we being paranoid?” He held up a hand. “Never mind, it doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get us.”


Chapter 74