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 touched her shoulder, and she turned, a smile on her face.


Shit. Here I’d thought she was smart, but if she enjoyed Wexler’s company….


The smile left her face, to be replaced by cool contempt.


I was close enough to see the flash of irritation in the senator’s eyes. It vanished quickly, replaced by jovial affection, and he began to talk to her.


I didn’t see Quinn around, so I drifted closer, intent on overhearing their conversation, and stepping in to help if she needed it.


Before I reached her, however, Quinn appeared. How’d he get there so fast? And damn, his presence was going to spoil my fun.


“Senator Wexler, you know my son, Quinton, I believe? He’s assistant to the undersecretary at State.”


“Son.” Quinn’s mouth tightened, but I didn’t think the Senator noticed it. “I was just telling Portia here that she doesn’t look old enough to have a son working for the government.”


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