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

Mark stared at the boy, and I had to look away so he wouldn’t see my amusement.


“Ronald Reagan said that,” his son informed him.


“Smart kid you’ve got there, Vincent,” Gregor said as he placed a dish of vanilla ice cream drizzled with chocolate syrup and with a cherry nestled in the swirl of whipped cream that topped it in front of the boy.


Joe smiled up at him. “Thank you, str?c.”


“You’re welcome. More wine, Quinn?”


Mark frowned. “Yeah, well, some men are going to tell Murchison that when they pay him a visit. Only they won’t be from the government, and their job will be to make his life miserable.”


Joe seemed to think about that for a minute or so, then nodded. “Okay.” He dug into the sundae.


“When are we going to New York?” I asked Mark.


Joe’s spoon fell from his fingers. “Daddy.” The lines around his mouth were tight. “Ma said those people were dangerous.”


Chapter 122