Tinnean

Portia Sebring was born into a family that’s considered royalty in the intelligence community, and the fact that she’s a woman doesn’t preclude her from joining the “family business.” A linguistic genius, she’s recruited by her older brother to decipher Russian codes for the Venona Project. While at Arlington Hall, she meets Nigel Mann, a CIA officer known as Mr. Freeze, who’s been vetted to the NSA. Unbeknownst to Portia, her father is behind the meeting. Rumor has it that Portia, called the ice princess, is also a lesbian, and at this time in America -- the late ’50s -- it could negate any veracity to the codes she deciphers. A match with an equally cold man who won’t distract her from her work seems the ideal solution in her father’s eyes. Things don’t go quite according to plan, as both Portia and Nigel develop strong feelings for each other. They marry and eventually start a family. However, the lifetime together they anticipate is cut short when Nigel’s jet crashes on New Year’s Day, 1978. Devastated, but with a thirteen-year-old son depending on her, Portia has no choice but to go on after Nigel’s death. When Quinton, her son, is approached to join the US Equestrian Team for the 1980 Summer Olympics, she’s pleased and proud, but those plans are dashed due to the government’s boycott of the Games. To distract him, Portia takes him to France on a wine-buying trip, and it’s there that Quinton first feels an attraction for someone of his own sex. Portia, a wise mother, is aware, but since she herself had a same-sex affair in her early twenties, she’s very accepting of this. Along with Gregor, her trusted bodyguard and devoted family friend, she watches as Quinton follows in his father's and her footsteps in the "family business," and finally finds a partner worthy of him, WBIS agent Mark Vincent. She’s happy for them, but sure that she won’t love again, since Sebrings have their “one” and she's lost hers, but is she right?

Where the Heart Chooses

“Mark spotted Wexler heading for the men’s room.” Quinton offered me his arm, chuckling, and we strolled to the cloakroom. “I know it isn’t correct, but Wexler deserves whatever Mark wants to throw at him.”


I handed him the chit for my lynx coat, and once he’d collected it, he held it as I slid my arms into the sleeves.


I smothered my yawn. “Watching you play cat and mouse all evening with Senator Wexler was more exhausting than dodging the man myself.”


“Where did Mrs. Wexler disappear to? Ill with another migraine?”


“If I were married to Richard Wexler, I’dsuffer from migraines.” I sighed. “No, she spent most of the night with his aide, dancing or…” I shrugged. “Peter Lapin. What were his parents thinking?”


Quinton gave a startled choke of laughter. He knew as well as I that “lapin” was French for rabbit.


Chapter 113