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 don’t mind.” He stepped close to me, and brushed the lock of hair that tended tofall in my eyes back off my forehead, and I shivered. “Tell me something, baby—”


“Quinton.” That was the second time he’d called me baby. The last thing I wanted was him seeing me as a child. “My name is Quinton.”


“I know. You’re Quinton Mann. What do your friends call you?”


“They call me Quinton. And why did you call me ‘baby’? I’m not your girlfriend—”


“No, you’re definitely not a girl.”


“Or your boyfriend,” I continued resolutely, thinking of the Swedish fencer. And Miller.


“I don’t have a boyfriend.” My expression must have been disbelieving. He just smiled and shook his head. “Maybe I should have said I never felt the need for a boyfriend. Before now. Tell me something…Quinn. If I try to kiss you, will that earnme a punch in the mouth?”


“If I said ‘yes,’ would it make a difference?” My lips parted, and I was breathless.


“What would you do if I said it wouldn’t?” His eyes were on my mouth.


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