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

“Come along, Joe.” Portia strolled out of the room, chatting about the rides Quinn had gone on, most especially Space Mountain.


“I wanted to go on that one, but Ma said…“ Joe’s voice faded as they got farther from the room.


“What, Mark?” He broke his half of the cinnamon stick in two and held a half to my mouth. I ate it from his fingers, then sucked them clean. His eyes became heavy-lidded, and he breathed a soft, “Ohhh.” I liked I could put that look on his face. He saw my satisfaction and shook himself out of it. “Not the time, Mark. Now, you were saying?”


“The kid’s had a rough life, but he lucked out in one thing.”


“Having Portia for his grandmother.” I was about to say more when my cell phone rang. Why was Matheson calling me now? He was good, but he couldn’t have tracked down all the information I needed in an hour and a half. I rose and stepped away from the desk. “Excuse me. I need to take this.”


Chapter 107