You Were Made for Me

After one year, eight months, and five days -- after both being shot, after Mark Vincent rescuing Quinton Mann from kidnappers and Quinn rescuing Mark from a rival anti-terrorist organization, after dealing with deaths in the family and betrayal in the workplace, the CIA spook and the WBIS spy are going to get married. “I hope you feel deeply loved, for you are. I have no greater gift to offer you than my heart, and I give it to you freely. I promise I shall always do my best. I feel honored to be your husband, and I ... I’m happy to call you mine.” Those are Quinn’s marriage vows to Mark. Mark’s vows remind Quinn he’d promised forever. Their story hasn’t reached its end yet -- there are questions that still need answering. What will happen to the spy and the spook and the people they love when those answers are finally uncovered?

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Chapter 20

“WOULD YOU MIND if we held off studying the floorplans for the Manor, Mark?” Portia asked. “I’m more concerned right now with what happened today.”

So while we had our coffee and baklava, I told Portia and Novotny that a team from the WBIS would be flying to the Middle East to see if there was anything they could do to help.

“That’s kind of Trevor,” Portia said.

I was surprised Novotny didn’t blow a gasket, but he seemed at ease.

“As for Bramwell…” She sighed and shook her head. “I’ve known him for some years. I don’t understand why he wouldn’t back you up.”

“I have no idea, Mother.” Quinn had been following the conversation, and now, when he glanced at me from the corner of his eye, I was able to read his intent.

“Not a problem, babe,” I said. “I’ll look into it.”

“That’s thoughtful of you, Mark, but I think Quinton’s uncles will have less of a problem getting into Langley.” Portia smiled at me.

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