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

He grinned, picked up a wedge of mandarin orange from the bed of greens, and slid it into his mouth. “What didn’t happen. They asked if they could come in and—they weren’t strangers.” he insisted hotly. I hadn’t said anything, just given him the look I’d learned from my father. Before he’d been killed in that plane crash, he’d always managed to find time for us to spend together, and he’d taught me many things. “They were—” His mouth snapped shut on his words, and he glared at me. “Oh, no, Mann, you’re not going to trick me into telling you which two women we work with they were.” He turned his attention back to his neglected salad.


“Oh, fine,” I groused, although secretly I was amused. I took a bite of my own salad. “I hope you’re very happy. Now I’m going to look at every woman I come across at Langley and wonder if she was one of the two who let you have sex with her.”


Chapter 108