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Forever

Mark Vincent has risen from senior special agent to Director of Interior Affairs in the WBIS. Lately, life has been sweet for him -- in addition to his promotion, he's found a partner in Quinton Mann, who can almost match his ability in the intelligence field, in spite of the fact Quinn's CIA. Mark has also found a condo in Alexandria with the help of Portia Mann, Quinn's mother, and it's closer to Quinn's town house than Mark's present apartment. Sweetest of all, Mark plans to take Quinn to his island in the Caribbean for the holidays.<br><br>Quinn's glad he has the holiday with Mark to look forward to -- something is going on at Langley, and he feels he's being kept out of the loop. To make matters even worse, useless missions and sleepless nights filled with nightmares are leaving him exhausted. But then his mother's life if threatened, and Quinn discovers the accident that resulted in her hospitalization was no accident. The obsessively self-absorbed Senator Wexler is involved, and while Quinn considers himself a civilized man, now he's out for blood.<br><br>Up until this point, Mark has stayed out of Quinn's CIA business. But hurting Quinn and those he loves isn't a smart move, and Mark has every intention of seeing Wexler pays. Quinn demands to come along, and while Mark isn't happy, he finally agrees, and they set out together to deal with the senator. There's just one catch: this will be the first time Quinn sees Mark at his deadly best, and Mark isn't sure how his lover will react.

Tinnean · LGBT+
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145 Chs

Chapter 104

Maybe that was one of the problems. No one gave him credit for having an imagination, at least not when it didn’t entail getting the job done expeditiously.

“I hadn’t planned to buy it, y’know.”

“No?”

“With the way the world’s going to hell in a handbasket…I intended to find something down under, in Tasmania maybe, or New Zealand.”

My arousal subsided. “That’s a long way away from Costa Rica.” I didn’t like the idea of him that far away.

“Think I don’t know that? Of all the people in the world?” A mocking grin twisted his lips, and I wanted to rub a thumb over them, to smooth the cynical expression from his face.

“What were you doing in Costa Rica? No, never mind. I know you can’t tell me.” Or wouldn’t tell me.

He made a noncommittal sound, and I thought he’d turn on the radio or change the subject. To my surprise, he did neither.