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

“I don’t have any jeans here.” There wasn’t a single pair in my wardrobe. I thought of that afternoon months earlier, when I’d imagined what it would have been like if he and I had met years before, during the Summer Olympics of 1980. My fantasy Mark had promised to buy me a pair of jeans. “However, you’ll notice I’m not wearing a tie.”


He shook his head. “Never mind. We’ve got to get going or we’ll miss our flight.”


“The airline would dare allow it to take off without you?”


“Ha ha.” He tossed me my overcoat, slid his arms into his own, and hoisted his duffel bag over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”


I kissed him. “Okay. Now we can go.”


Later that morning we flew into Miami International, making our connecting flight with time to spare. We removed our overcoats and stored them in the overhead compartments, along with our duffel bags.


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