Quinton Mann is CIA through and through. Mark Vincent is WBIS for life. There is no way they could end up as anything other than adversaries -- and yet, Quinn takes Mark out to dinner on his birthday -- the one no one is supposed to know about -- and gives him one hell of a present in the restaurant's restroom. Mark, not to be outdone, has decided to escalate this game, because it has to be a game, right? There's no way it can be anything else.<br><br>But as the game continues, as Quinn shows up to a WBIS funeral, as a friend of Mark’s penetrates the CIA computer network to get information on Quinn, as Mark breaks into Quinn's house and gives Quinn a very interesting encounter, both Quinn and Mark realize that this is becoming the most real thing in their lives.<br><br>Can they find a way to do their jobs and keep this surprising, intriguing connection?

Houseboat on the Nile

Of course I didn’t. Who was in control of this situation, me or my cock?


I paused at the door for one last look, then ran lightly down the stairs, retrieved the bottle of water, reset his house alarm, and let myself out.


The fake dog was waiting patiently behind the shrubs, its fur damp from the dew.


When I finally awoke, it was not as I usually did, immediately and at full alert, but instead slowly, resurfacing to consciousness in fits and starts.


In spite of the foggy condition of my brain, I knew that I’d been in Paris the day before, and now I was back at home in Alexandria.


Chapter 54