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

Shit. How had he got to know me that well?


“Are you saying you wouldn’t have him on your own little list?”


He frowned at me, and I wanted to tip up his chin and kiss that frown from his lips. He must have read it in my eyes, because he flushed, but he didn’t back away from me.


I felt a flash of disappointment, but made sure nothing was revealed in my face. “Leaving already, Mann?” I asked as if it didn’t matter two shits to me.


“Why don’t you and Mr. Vincent stay and enjoy the ball, Quinton? I called Gregor from the ladies’ lounge, and he should be arriving to pick me up shortly. Walk me down to the cloakroom, sweetheart. Mr. Vincent. It was nice seeing you again.” She gave me a regal smile.


“Mrs. Mann. It was nice meeting you. For the first time.”


“Very well.” Her smile became impish, and suddenly I saw her son in her. “If you insist.” She looped her arm through Quinn’s.


Chapter 131