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

That snapped me out of whatever it was I’d fallen into. How could I have forgotten I wasn’t dressed for company? I shoved the bottle back into his hands and scowled at him. “Hold this. I’ve got to lock the door.” I blocked his view of what I was doing, then turned to face him again. “Now….”


He raised his eyes. He had been staring at my ass. I forgot what I’d been going to say.


“Huh? Oh.” I raised my arm to run a hand through my hair, forced myself not to wince as the stitches pulled, and glared at him. “I’m getting dressed and then you’re telling me what the fuck you’re doing here.”


“You’re dressed enough for me. Besides, you’ve seen me in less.” His eyes were almost green. My mouth went dry. Drier. “After all, the last time we were together you cut up a pair of my favorite pajamas. By the way, thanks for the new ones. The size is perfect, and they’re very…comfortable.” His expression was bland, but that look in his eyes was sheer devilment.


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