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 raised an eyebrow. “That’s a pretty high-powered law firm.”


“It’s good to have connections like that.”


“Exactly. If we get caught, they’ll provide seventy-two unimpeachable witnesses, any of whom will swear we were with them, together or separately, this entire weekend.”


“But I have no doubt we won’t get caught.” I smiled at him, then turned in the seat, switched on the lights and siren, and sped out onto the road, my PDA quietly murmuring directions to the hospital.


“Oh, my God!” they exclaimed at the hospital. “It’s Senator Wexler!”


And, “Thank God you were on the scene! Your prompt actions will aid greatly in his chances of survival!”


“Just lucky we were coming back off dinner,” Mark said modestly. He began giving the report while I gathered the equipment needed to replace what we’d used, a new Ambu bag, IV tubing, another bag of IV fluid.


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