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

My own old lady was nothing like the elegant woman I had met that day. After my father left that last time, and my Uncle Steve was no longer in my life, I’d lucked out in the quality of men she had chosen. Most of them didn’t last long, not surprising since she picked them up either in various bars or in the supermarket where she worked whenever she was sober enough, but they were all good to me, sparing me beatings that abounded when it was just the two of us.


And why was I even thinking about the bitch?


The important thing was, Quinn had deleted my message, saving me the trouble. So why was I feeling disgruntled? Jesus, it must be lack of sleep.


Chapter 95