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

“I could never figure how Sperling got away with it.”


Yes. If we knew of his colossal fuckup, how could the powers that be at the WBIS not know?


“Well….” DB blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m outta here, Quinn.”


“Listen, I’ve got some plans I can’t get out of tonight, DB….” I had no intention of telling him the information about Vincent’s promotion had given me a clue as to where I was going to take this game we were playing.


I stared at him pensively. Whatever I intended to do with Mark Vincent, it could hardly be considered a date.


He laughed and without waiting for a response continued, “I know. You’re seeing your mom, right? Give her my best, okay?”


“She was so awesome to me when I met her. Very classy lady, Quinn.”


“Thank you. Mother enjoyed meeting you too. What I was going to say is if you’d like, we can get together tomorrow for dinner. The Rib Shack? My treat.”


Chapter 84