Quinton Mann and Mark Vincent are settling into a relationship that shouldn’t be possible. After all, Quinn is CIA, while Mark belongs to the WBIS, an agency labeled by others in the intelligence community as being staffed by sociopaths. Somehow, in spite of that, they seem to be making it work.<br><br>Surprisingly, it isn’t work that separates them but family matters and a friend’s plea for help when his partner is kidnapped. Quinn is off to London, while Mark heads for Los Angeles to solve the kidnapping. Then Mark gets called to Paris by Femme of the Division, where things are not as they seem. Quinn, thinking to meet Mark in Paris, ends up coming to Mark's rescue. Back in the States, Mark fights taking time to recover from being shot while events are happening at the CIA that could endanger both Quinn and his best friend, DB.<br><br>Between family, friends, and Mark, how will Quinn make the opportunity to talk to Mark about moving in together and even starting a family?

Mann of My Dreams Book 2: Things Happen That Way

“Fuck it.” Mark’s expletive pulled me out of my thoughts.


“Let’s take a shower. We don’t want to be late meeting your mother.”


“All right, Mark.” But I made no effort to move off him.


“Okay.” His palm was back on my ass. “I’ll give you half an hour to move your gorgeous butt.”


You sweet-talker, you. “And then?” 


“Then I’m going to screw you to within an inch of your life.”


“Well, that will guarantee I don’t move.” I grinned into his collarbone.


And half an hour later, he made good on his promise.


I smiled to myself. Yes, there were the weekends, but on occasion I didn’t wait for them.


It was a dreary, wet Thursday. I stared out the window of my office at Langley, watching as raindrops chased one another down the windowpane, and I decided this would be a perfect day to spend with my lover. 


I retrieved my overcoat from the coat closet and went into the outer office. “I’m taking the rest of the day off, Janet,” I told my personal assistant. 


Chapter 6