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

While I was waiting, I went into the music room to select a CD. I always enjoyed listening to music while I ate, and I chose The Look of Love, one of my favorites of Diana Krall, and loaded it into the CD player.


I was about to return to the kitchen but jolted to a stop once again, that uncomfortable sensation raising the hairs on the back of my neck back in full force.


The photograph of JessicaTheDumbBlonde was facedown.


I had assumed that Vincent had had the package and soup delivered while the maid service was here and that someone on the crew had accepted delivery of them. Was I wrong? Could Vincent have been in my house again?


I walked over to the photo and set it upright.


The microwave pinged, and I went back to the kitchen. The fragrant steam tickled my nostrils, and I gave a little hum of pleasure, then set it down to cool and took a bottle of Perrier—


Chapter 61