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’ll need a day or so to set this in progress, but I think that will work. Excellent. Thank you, Mark.”


“Thank you, sir.” I was already developing my own plan of action. I’d leave a message for Matheson to contact me. He could keep an eye on the girl until she left town. “I’m glad you came to us with this information, rather than just writing us off.”


“I’ve always found your organization most competent.” Senator Franklin smiled tightly and crushed out his cigarette in one of the ashtrays that were scattered around the balcony. “How is our mutual friend?” he asked, changing the subject.


“He’s doing fairly well. I saw him earlier today, and I tried to convince him it would be a good idea if he left the business.”


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