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

He leaned toward me and raised his hand, as if to run his fingertips over my cheek. “Do we—” He dropped his hand, shook his head, and smoothly changed what he’d been about to say. “Abe McGinley will be paying a visit to Mrs. Wexler. He’s always had a soft spot for her, and he goes to the sanitarium to spend time with her every Saturday. When Wexler is ready to go home, he calls. This time, Abe’s going to get a call saying Wexler’s not going directly home, and Abe can take the rest of the weekend off.”


“And you can imitate Wexler’s voice?”


“There’s something you’re unable to do?”


“It’s not necess—Oh, you’re teasing me.” He scowled at me, baffled. “Y’know, if anyone else said that to me…”


I reached across the table and rested my hand on his. “You need to lighten up a little, Mark.”


He turned his hand over, and we were palm to palm. “I—”


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