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

“No. Wills suggested I put it in a safety deposit box. Did you want the original?”


“I’ll check this out and let you know.”


“Okay.” He walked to the front door with me, a bounce in his step. I didn’t remember seeing him this happy before. “By the way, the last of Delilah’s things were removed from your condo today.”


The dead woman’s belongings should have been gone more than a week ago. I’d been busy with other things, and it had slipped my mind. Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been a delay.


“I’ll have the carpets removed tomorrow, and then the painters can come in. Once that’s done, it will just be a matter of having your furniture delivered from storage.” Theo looked like a kid at Christmas. Oh, well. Chacun à son go?t.


“Huh? I thought you had everything you needed.” He looked as if he wasn’t sure if he should be hurt or interested. “What did you get?”


“But you weren’t planning on having a dining room.”


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