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

“If you had a night like mine, you’d be chipper too. And where were you? You’re usually at home during the week.”


Although I’d stopped seeing Susan Burkhart in January, our relationship had never been a physical one, since I’d known she would consider that as good as a marriage proposal. DB was aware of the dry spell I’d been experiencing—that was, until last night.


“Let’s get our table, shall we?” I had no intention of telling him about what I’d done the evening before.


I slid off the stool, bringing my beer, and followed him to the hostess’s podium.


“Two? Will a table do? I’m afraid we don’t have any booths available.”


“If you’ll follow me, please?” She smiled and led us to a table for four, and removed the extra place settings. “April will be your server. Enjoy your dinner, gentlemen.”


Chapter 107