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

“May I have tomorrow as well? I—I really could use the time in bed.” He flushed. Heprobably meant time in bed with Theo. They were still new enough the razzle hadn’t worn off the dazzle.


“All right. Take a personal day.” He’d done a good job, and he deserved the time off. “I’ll see you here on Thursday. It’s going to be…busy.”


“Yes, sir. I have no plans, though, and I can come in if you need me.”


“No. I don’t think that will be necessary.”


“Thank you.” He was grinning as he left. Yeah, he’d probably spend the weekend in bed with Theo.


And now that I thought of it, spending the weekend in bed with my own lover sounded like a damn good idea. Too bad it wasn’t going to happen.


My secretary buzzed me. “Mr. Vincent, I’m just calling to remind you of that meeting you have with Mr. Davies.”


“Reschedule it, would you please?” That would seriously piss off the senior director of Public Relations. “Let’s make it for Thursday.”


Chapter 64