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Houseboat on the Nile

Quinton Mann is CIA through and through. Mark Vincent is WBIS for life. There is no way they could end up as anything other than adversaries -- and yet, Quinn takes Mark out to dinner on his birthday -- the one no one is supposed to know about -- and gives him one hell of a present in the restaurant's restroom. Mark, not to be outdone, has decided to escalate this game, because it has to be a game, right? There's no way it can be anything else.<br><br>But as the game continues, as Quinn shows up to a WBIS funeral, as a friend of Mark’s penetrates the CIA computer network to get information on Quinn, as Mark breaks into Quinn's house and gives Quinn a very interesting encounter, both Quinn and Mark realize that this is becoming the most real thing in their lives.<br><br>Can they find a way to do their jobs and keep this surprising, intriguing connection?

Tinnean · LGBT+
Peringkat tidak cukup
135 Chs

Chapter 133

He went to the refrigerator. “Beer or water? Or considering the news you’ve just received, perhaps something stronger?”

“Water’ll be fine, thanks.”

He handed me a Perrier, which I sneered at behind his back, and joined me in the nook with a bottle of Spring Bock, from a Virginia brewery, by the label. Trust Quinn to prefer a seasonal beer.

Occasionally he’d filch a chunk of chicken or a piece of broccoli from my plate, laughing when I did a little filching of my own.

He talked about an ongoing exhibit, Small French Paintings, at the National Gallery of Art.

“I’d enjoy going to see that again, Mark. If you have some free time on Sunday afternoon, perhaps?”

I’d seen it twice myself, already, but I was intrigued by the idea of seeing the paintings with Quinn.

“I think I can arrange that.” And I took a sip of the designer water.

* * * *

It was past two by the time the kitchen was tidied up and the coffeemaker programmed for the following morning, and we went up to bed.

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