With the death of Quinton Mann’s cousin, Mann Manor becomes his, and in spite of assurances that the Manor isn’t in bad shape, Quinn and his lover, Mark Vincent, discover otherwise when they arrive to inspect it. They find the floors have been torn up, some more recently than the last time his cousin had been here. Quinn agrees that their best option at this time is to have the house wired for security, and they take off for Savannah to pursue a lead into the accident that eventually resulted in the death of Quinn’s cousin.<br><br>Grey Rayne, an agent of Mark’s, is working on this until the floorboard gives way under her, and she’s injured. In extricating herself, she finds a letter and a map that might reveal the reasons behind the damage done to the Manor.<br><br>Will Quinn and Mark be able to get to the bottom of this? And what will happen if it comes out at the Company that Quinn is friends with the deadliest agent the WBIS has ever produced?

Mann of My Dreams Book 3: Just the Thought of You

“Are you questioning my ability to tote you up a few stairs and across a porch?”


“Good.” He took a step toward me, and I held my right hand out to prevent him from coming closer.


“Hold on, Superman. Let’s just put that thought on hold.”


“For the time being?” Quinn’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “All right, Lois. Let’s go—” 


Novotny and Portia rejoined us. “The carriage house is in seriously bad shape, Quinn. The local kids must have made it their hangout. There are empty beer bottles and…” Color flooded his cheeks and he glanced sideways at Portia. He straightened his shoulders, ready to bite the bullet. “Used condoms were scattered all over the place.”


Portia squeezed his arm. “It’s all right, dear one. I’ve seen worse.”


He stared at her, horrified. “When?”


She smiled and shook her head. “A long time ago and in a different country.” She didn’t look like she was going to tell us, which was too bad. She was one fascinating woman.


Chapter 3