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

“Hmm. Perhaps you’d like to wash your hands, Mark?” Tony suggested. “There’s a powder room adjacent to the kitchen.”


There was also one through the wet bar, which Mark would have seen. “If you want to get me out of the room, have a little courtesy for my grasp of the situation and just tell me to make myself scarce.”


“Of course. I beg your pardon. However, this will hardly concern you.”


“Then it concerns me. However…” Mark turned to me. “You want me out of the room, Quinn?”


I regarded him thoughtfully. We knew the marriage was over. What more could there be to say about it?


Mark walked over to him. Facing away from us, he leaned close and whispered in Tony’s ear.


Tony’s face suffused with color, which quickly leached out. “You…. Does everyone know?”


Mark shrugged and murmured something else.


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