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

That gave me more time with him. I didn’t know why it was, but lately I needed to have him close enough to touch. Maybe having him haul my ashes out of the fire had something to do with it. Maybe it was just having someone who actually gave a fuck about me. 


“Since the doctors won’t clear him even for desk work, he has plenty of free time,” Quinn was saying.


“Go ahead and give him a call,” I told him. “I’ll get the flight arrangements set up.”


Quinn took out his phone and hit a number on speed dial.


I did the same with the Balm’s number. It rang a few times, and I was starting to wonder if it would go to voicemail when he picked up.


“Sorry, Mr. Vincent. I was in the… uh… other room. What can I do for you?”


He shouldn’t have explained, but he wasn’t my agent, so I didn’t chew him out for it. “I need to fly down to Savannah.” The WBIS kept a Learjet hangared in a little airfield in Fairfax. “Can you accommodate me?”


Chapter 11