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

“You’re an asshole, you know that, Vincent? Do you think I’m worried about that?”


“Why not? I would be.” And if anyone else had called me an asshole, I’d be tearing his head off and pissing down his neck. I didn’t ask myself why I wasn’t separating Mann’s head from his shoulders; I knew why—I was worried about my foot.


He scowled and turned on the bath taps. “I have a copy of your last physical,” he muttered. “I wouldn’t have taken a chance and rimmed you otherwise, much as I may have wanted to.”


My mouth dropped open, but I couldn’t think of a thing to say. I’d deliberately kept myself from thinking what a stupid-ass chance that was for him to take.


I should have known: Quinton Mann never took chances, stupid or otherwise.


“Did you honestly think I’d do something like that just because of your beaux yeux?”


I was almost stupid with relief. “Quinn! That’s French!”


Chapter 39