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

“You’re welcome. G’night, kid.”


He stood there for a long second, not saying anything as his eyes traveled up and down my body, studying me intently. Finally, he said, “I’ve…uh…I’ve got some spare time. Want me to come up with you? I could…show you how much a kid I’m not.”


“No, thanks. I’ll take your word for it.”


“You’re turning me down? You—do you know how much I get a night?” he demanded, indignant.


“I know.” I named the exact figure.


“Then why won’t you have sex with me? Do you think I’m worthless because I sell my body?”


“You’re not worthless.” Jesus, he made me tired. “I’m too old for you, k—Pretty Boy.”


“No, you’re not. You’re only about five years older.”


“No use trying to butter me up. I know how old you are—”


Chapter 63