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

“No. I had to get up anyway. And no, I have no intention of telling you why.” He brushed the lock of hair out of his eyes, then saw what had captured my gaze. “Do you like the way the pajamas look? You have good taste, Mark.” He stroked his palm over the sleeve. “Nice feel. Nice fit too. How’d you guess my size? Or did you go rummaging in my drawers?”


“What do you think, Mann?” I really liked the idea of having my hands in his drawers, but I hadn’t even gone into his dresser. That bitch of a saleswoman at Beau Brummel’s had suggested the correct size. And he’d worn them the night before? Wasn’t that just dandy? I hadn’t known and had been too wiped out to do anything about it if I had.


Chapter 121