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

Matheson stood blocking the doorway to their apartment. He was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt that said “Don’t make me go all ninja on you,” his hair was disheveled, and his right arm was behind his back.


“Good evening, sir.” He relaxed and stepped aside. “Come in.” The gaze he sent over the kid was thorough for all it was brief, but he didn’t say anything beyond, “Hello.”


I urged him to enter, following close after him. Matheson closed the door.


“Theo? It’s Mr. Vincent,” he called. He studied the box I was carrying. “The computer?”


“I’ll check it out after I put this away.” His Glock was pointed toward the floor, and he removed the clip, tucked it in his belt, and reached for the computer.


The kid gasped and backed away until he’d placed me between him and my agent. I felt my jaw tighten. Matheson met my gaze, his expression flat, and then he walked out of the room.


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