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

“Vincent! I should have known you’d be behind this.” Quinn was staring at me as if I were the scum of the earth. Did he really believe that I would fuck him over?


If he did, we were both up shit creek and seriously fucked.


His eyes met mine. There was a brief flare of acknowledgment, and then it was gone. I hid my relief. He knew I was going to get him out of here or—


“I’m sorry, Administrator, but I have my standards. Nothing could persuade me to get within five feet of him in this condition.”


“What’s the matter, Vincent? Not pretty enough for you?” Quinn sneered. I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yes. Gaston—” He nodded toward the short one. “—was kind enough to tell me what you had in mind. Do you really think I’d ever get on my knees for you? Not in this lifetime!”


Chapter 81