Mark Vincent has risen from senior special agent to Director of Interior Affairs in the WBIS. Lately, life has been sweet for him -- in addition to his promotion, he's found a partner in Quinton Mann, who can almost match his ability in the intelligence field, in spite of the fact Quinn's CIA. Mark has also found a condo in Alexandria with the help of Portia Mann, Quinn's mother, and it's closer to Quinn's town house than Mark's present apartment. Sweetest of all, Mark plans to take Quinn to his island in the Caribbean for the holidays.<br><br>Quinn's glad he has the holiday with Mark to look forward to -- something is going on at Langley, and he feels he's being kept out of the loop. To make matters even worse, useless missions and sleepless nights filled with nightmares are leaving him exhausted. But then his mother's life if threatened, and Quinn discovers the accident that resulted in her hospitalization was no accident. The obsessively self-absorbed Senator Wexler is involved, and while Quinn considers himself a civilized man, now he's out for blood.<br><br>Up until this point, Mark has stayed out of Quinn's CIA business. But hurting Quinn and those he loves isn't a smart move, and Mark has every intention of seeing Wexler pays. Quinn demands to come along, and while Mark isn't happy, he finally agrees, and they set out together to deal with the senator. There's just one catch: this will be the first time Quinn sees Mark at his deadly best, and Mark isn't sure how his lover will react.

Forever

“Yes, sir.” Howard cleared his throat. A man dressed in a tux but with a turban on his head was glowering at him. “I was sure you’d enjoy this champagne, sir.”


“You’re right. It’s a very good vintage. Thank you for suggesting I try it.”


Howard ducked his head and moved on, and I crossed to the man in the turban, the ambassador’s major domo. “Your help are very capable. They deserve a bonus.”


His smile became effusive, and he bowed deeply. “As you say.”


“The food is very good too.” I spotted Senator Wexler approaching Mrs. Mann again. Quinn was beside her, but why should he get to have all the fun? “Excuse me.”


I reached her while the senator was still a few feet away. I grinned at him, and he came to a halt.


“The music is about to start again. May I have this dance, Mrs. Mann?”


“Thank you, Mr. Vincent.” She was too much a lady to let her irritation with the senator’s antics show.


I handed Quinn my champagne flute, and he frowned at it and then at me.


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