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

He gave me a look, then tucked a ten-dollar-bill under his coffee cup. “Pay the bill so we can get going.” He angled himself out of the chair, and I kept an eye on him, making sure he was steady on his injured leg.


Most likely he didn’t need it, but he’d taken care of me so often, it was nice to have the opportunity to repay the favor.


We stopped at the register, and after I took care of the check, we strolled south down Drayton Street to Forsyth Park. I thought we should cut the expedition short, but Mark insisted he was fine


I shook my head. When I’d been shot in my thigh at the Wyman Brothers warehouse in 2001, it had taken me at least six weeks to heal.


Still…The Park was thirty acres, and while the distance around the perimeter was only a mile and a half, I didn’t want him to overdo. 


“I’ve heard the fountain is a must-see,” I murmured.


I blew out a silent breath. I hadn’t been sure if he’d agree or give me a hard time over it.


Chapter 22