Quinton Mann, a highly ranked CIA officer, is used to being called the Ice Man. He’s astounded to discover himself in a relationship with Mark Vincent, not because Vincent is a man, but because he’s a top-rated WBIS agent. There they are though, for a total of five glorious days. But when Mark uses the excuse of going to Massachusetts for his mother’s funeral to end their relationship, Quinn’s not buying it.<br><br>No one screws with Mark Vincent. Even Mark doesn't screw with himself. Once he realizes how close he's allowed Quinton Mann to get to him, he does what any self-respecting spy would do -- he makes tracks out of there. But Quinn does something no one else ever has -- he comes after Mark. Maybe this relationship thing with a spook isn’t such a bad idea.<br><br>Meanwhile, something strange is going on in the intelligence community worldwide. It takes Quinn’s disappearance while investigating a rogue antiterrorism organization that results in Mark making up his mind. Quinn may be a spook, but he’s Mark’s spook, dammit -- and once he gets Quinn home, he intends to keep him. He knows without a doubt he’ll find Quinn. The question is, will he find Quinn in time?

Not My Spook

Sweetcheeks came out of the bathroom. “Do I look presentable?”


Fortunately, that distracted Pretty Boy. “You look great—you always do. He’s gonna take one look at you and want to gobble you up.”


Pretty Boy suddenly grimaced. “Shit. I’ve got to pee.”


To my surprise, Spike glared first at Sweetcheeks and then at me. “I’ll help you, Paul.” He waved his hands at us in a shooing motion. “He doesn’t need an audience in here. Wait outside.”


“Okay. When did they remove the Foley?” I asked Sweetcheeks as we stood out in the corridor.


“It must have been yesterday after I left.” He smoothed a hand over his hair again, then brushed it down the front of his shirt and the seat of his pants. “Um…Thanks for giving Wills some extra time this morning, Vince. We both appreciated it.”


I really didn’t need to hear about my agent’s love life. “Are you done yet, Paul?” I called into the room.


Chapter 21