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

It didn’t make sense, though. I had no doubt my promotion to a position that was just below Sperling’s was sure to burn his butt, and granted, he was bastard enough to try to get to me through someone I…someone who was a friend of mine, but why now?


Well, fuck that. His account was long since past due, and he was going to pay. Heavily.


“Let me see the bills he gave you.”


Sweetcheeks took them from the front pocket of his jeans, and I palmed them and studied them surreptitiously.


“Goddammit. All that Paul went through, and he wasn’t even paid.”


Chapter 98