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

I remembered how he wouldn’t let me touch the door until he’d unlocked it himself. “Goddamn you. Don’t be dead. Don’t you dare be dead.” If he was, I’d—


I’d what? Kill him myself? I drew in a deep breath, then let myself into my car. It took three tries before I could get the key in the ignition. My right hand clenched, and I beat it on the steering wheel.


A sudden tapping on the window caused me to jump. It was DB, and I rolled down the window.


“Quinn, you forgot your jacket. Are you all right?”


“Bullshit. Unlock the door and shove over. I’ll drive.”


I did as he said, maneuvering over the console, and he got in and handed me my jacket. “I really am all right,” I insisted as I put it on.


“Sure. Pull my other leg. Listen, Quinn, you can’t fool me. Buckle up. I can see what’s going on.”


If he was aware of what was going on, why was he here?


Chapter 109