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

“Thank you, Mr. Vincent.” He pointed out the way around the metal detector. “Enjoy your evening, sir.”


“Yeah.” I walked in, removed my overcoat, and checked it.


“The buffet is being held upstairs. Go to the end of the hallway and through the last door to the left. Have a good evening, sir.”


Not fucking likely. I stuck a finger in my collar and gave a tug, then followed the flow of people to the food.


I stood just inside the entrance to the buffet area, studying the room, taking in the women in their poufy gowns in colors that looked like a box of Crayolas had spilled out onto the floor, standing out against the austere black of the men’s tuxes.


This was not what I’d had in mind when I’d signed up with the WBIS. Still, this wasn’t a social evening for me. I had work to do.


Chapter 127