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

“No, I didn’t. What’s Femme up to these days?”


“Would you believe she and Homme—” He cut his words off abruptly. “What is going on, mon ami?”


“Mark. After four years, you are not seeking to reestablish a relationship with her.” It sounded as if he wasn’t sure he was questioning me or stating a fact.


“No.” Femme and I had never had a relationship. If she would have considered it, I’d have suggested it in a shot, but she wouldn’t, so I hadn’t. The upshot was Petehad asked for a favor—help the petite woman get over her aversion to sex—and I’d complied.


She’d been coerced by the previous head of Interrogation, an ass who wouldn’t take no for an answer, and she’d dealt with him in her own inimitable fashion, although no one could bring his death back to her.


Not that they tried very hard in the Division.


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