The younger man leaned down and whispered frantically once more. I took out a handkerchief and held it to my cheek, which was beginning to throb so hard I wondered if it was fractured. May I get a handkerchief from my pocket?” “You have my weapons you know I’m unarmed.
“Was that necessary? We are supposed to be civilized, after all.” Blood began a slow crawl down my cheek. I straightened and shrugged to settle my suit jacket over my shoulders. The barrel of my Smith and Wesson slammed me high on my cheekbone, and I staggered back. The shorter one moved so fast I didn’t even see it coming. “My mother might be surprised to learn of this.” I was close enough to hear the panic in his voice, even if I couldn’t make out his words. Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.Ī younger man had joined the one behind the desk and was whispering in his ear. The question is, will he find Quinn in time? He knows without a doubt he’ll find Quinn. Quinn may be a spook, but he’s Mark’s spook, dammit - and once he gets Quinn home, he intends to keep him.
It takes Quinn’s disappearance while investigating a rogue antiterrorism organization that results in Mark making up his mind. Meanwhile, something strange is going on in the intelligence community worldwide. Maybe this relationship thing with a spook isn’t such a bad idea. But Quinn does something no one else ever has - he comes after Mark. 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 when Mark uses the excuse of going to Massachusetts for his mother’s funeral to end their relationship, Quinn’s not buying it.
There they are though, for a total of five glorious days. 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.
Quinton Mann, a highly ranked CIA officer, is used to being called the Ice Man.
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