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

Just because I was involved with Mann didn’t mean I’d suddenly gotten stupid.


Although this time I’d have to make sure the results weren’t quite so disastrous, not to whoever tried to break into my apartment, because they’d fucking deserve whatever they got, but to the apartment itself. I liked my future landlords, and I didn’t want their property unduly damaged. Maybe I’d talk to Theo about having a sprinkler system installed, on my dime, of course. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea.


It should spare the building the wrath of the DCFD, at any rate.


With Quinn off wherever he was doing CIA stuff, this would be the ideal time for me tomove. By the time he came home, I’d be out of his house and settled into mine.


I made arrangements to have some of the furniture I’d ordered dropped at the apartment on Friday. And what the hell, since I was running my department, I’d delegate everything and take that afternoon off as well.


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