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

“One…one of my clients is into meditation. I…I need something to focus on, though.”


“Me, Paul.” For the first time since asking for the Coke and Oreos, Spike spoke. His eyes were ringed like a raccoon from the mascara he wore, and he struggled to keep his voice steady. “Focus on me.”


It was odd. When I called my sex partners “baby,” it was to keep them at a distance. But the way Pretty Boy said it made it obvious that he cared for Spike a great deal. I’d thought bringing Spike into their stable was simply his good deed for the year—the kid was another one of those who’d slipped through the cracks of the foster system and wound up on the street—but now I could see there was more to it than that.


Chapter 99