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 wasn’t one of those men who, after making love, rolled over, turned out the light, and fell asleep. I enjoyed cuddling with my partner, whether male or female. Vincent obviously had other ideas.


“You weren’t stupid enough to drive here, were you?”


“No, but I was hoping you might want me to spend the night.” That was not one of the smartest things I’d ever said. I was putting myself in a position that would leave me at Mark Vincent’s mercy. Was I out of my mind?


In a word, yes. Especially when I saw his eyes glow with anticipation. He closed off his expression immediately, but I knew what I saw. He did want me again.


“I don’t do sleepovers, Mann,” he drawled in an obnoxious tone. Ah, this was the Vincent with whom everyone was familiar, the Mark Vincent who Jonathon Drum felt was his own personal bête noir.


Chapter 90