In 2002, Mark Vincent, onetime senior special agent, ran into John, a troubled little boy, at a local McDonald’s. Concerned, although it wasn’t his business, he gave the kid his business card and left. Three years later, Mark is director of his department at the WBIS and married to Quinton Mann, the former CIA spook who now writes spy novels. They’ve settled into a life of quiet domesticity and are even considering adopting a cat. All this changes when John, now using another name, barrels into Mark’s life with a secret no one expects and on the run from an organization that wants him despite the collateral damage. What will Mark, the man known as “the best” in the intelligence community, do when he learns what this secret is? Will it affect his relationship with Quinn? And how complicated are things going to get when Mark decides to get involved?

Mann of My Dreams Book 5: Complications

I could hear the gurney being wheeled down the corridor. “I’ve got to go.”


“Always do.” I liked that he worried about me. No one ever had before him. “Bye, babe.” I ended the call, put the phone back in my pocket, and went to unlock the door, my Glock out and ready to be fired if necessary.


Just because it sounded like a couple of WBIS agents, didn’t mean it was.


Howard jabbed his partner in the ribs. “Bugs,” he hissed.


Wierzbowski turned pale. “Sorry, sir.” He was young. Jesus, was the WBIS recruiting right out of kindergarten? First Winchester, now him…


Well, he’d learn or he’d die. “I swept for them and the place is clean, but just so you know—until you’re sure there are no bugs, it’s a good idea to assume otherwise.” I gestured behind me. “She’s over there.”


Wierzbowski took one look at the body, gagged, and clapped a hand over his mouth. “Bathroom?”


Chapter 61