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

“I am the Administrator.” He rose and walked around his desk, his hand extended. “I’m so pleased to finally have the opportunity to meet you, Mr. Vincent.” He didn’t bother to introduce the two men who flanked him. Bodyguards? Flunkies? Whatever they were, they’d have been smarter to stay close to me rather than him, but this made it easier to keep them in my line of sight.


I took his hand. It was dry, and the skin felt paper thin, and I released it as soon asI could. He smelled of old age, and I breathed as shallowly as possible without bringing notice to my action.


“I understand you wish to join our—my organization. I must say I was a trifle surprised when you contacted us. WBIS agents are not known for switching their loyalties lightly.”


“That’s true, Administrator, and if I hadn’t been taken out of the field, we wouldn’t necessarily be having this conversation.”


“Ah. I see. I of all people know how addictive the adrenaline rush of a successful mission becomes.”


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