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attractive. And he would have accepted
his offer in the past. Now he would not accept it because the only man in the world he
loved was Angel. And he was as loyal to his boy as he knew Angel was to him.
But why was he angry? Why did he feel betrayed? Perhaps the paternal gesture of
a moment ago had led him to believe Romodanovsky admired him. Never, until he met
Angel, had he cared if anyone admired him. He reveled in Angel’s admiration. And he
loved it when his mum told him how great he was. But other men’s opinions meant
nothing.
Curling his fingers into his palm, he struck Romodanovsky across the cheekbone
with his knuckles, making certain not to break the bone, though he felt like it. Shocked
at both the gesture and the pain, the man recoiled, his hand to his face. The skin had
split just under the eye, and a trickle of blood ran through his fingers. A volley of
Russian swear words issued from the man as he stood up straight. Kael walked into the
bathroom, soaked a fresh hand towel in cold water, and took it to him. He found
Romodanovsky examining his face in the mirror. Seeing Kael, he turned to face him.
The look in his eyes was murderous. Kael offered him the cold compress.
Romodanovsky snatched the cloth and sat on the end of the bed, pressing the towel to
his face.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You’re supposed to protect me, not assault
me.”
“You made a pass at me,” Kael said calmly.
Meeting his gaze, Romodanovsky said sarcastically, “How shocking. You’re a
homosexual. Don’t deny it.”
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“I wouldn’t dream of denying it. I’m proud of it. But what the hell are you? A
married man with five children.”
“What does that have to do with anything? You were attracted to me the moment
you saw me in the entrance hall this morning.”
It was true; he had been. “Then why did you ask me if I was fucking the blonde
girl?”
“To see what you would say. But I know you are not.”
“Let me look at your eye.” Lifting the man’s chin on his fingers, Kael examined the
swelling cheek and the small cut. “You’ll live. I’ll send for some ice.” He strode to the
door and stepped out into the hall. Mattie got up as soon as she saw him.
“Everything okay, sir?”
“Get some ice from the kitchen. He’s hurt his face.”
It took about ten minutes for Mattie to fetch the ice, and in the meantime,
Romodanovsky finished dressing and sat in an armchair with his feet on an ottoman
and a glass of brandy in his hand. Kael brought the ice wrapped in a flannel. “Here.”
Resentfully the man took the offering, pressing it to his reddened, swollen cheek.
The bleeding had already stopped. “If you were so offended that I wanted to fuck you,
you could have said no.”
“I did.” Kael indicated the man’s face.
“A simple word would have sufficed.”
“I’ll remember that next time.”
Standing suddenly, Romodanovsky walked into the bathroom and threw the ice
pack into the sink. “I need to go outside.”
“There’s a garden in the back.”
“No, I want to run, and I do not want twenty security guards puffing after me,” he
said.
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50
Kael shrugged and stood up. He threw his jacket on the bed. The black crepe-soled
shoes he always wore when working were excellent for running. “Are you ready?”
Romodanovsky took out an expensive pair of trainers and laced them up. “Where
can we go?”
“St. James Park is at the rear of the house. Can you climb over the wall? It’s high.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll have to do this clandestinely. Specialist Operations would have a fit if they
knew you were outside with only one minder.” He directed Romodanovsky into the
hall in front of him. “We’re going to walk in the garden,” Kael told Mattie as they
passed. “Remain here.”
Swiftly they walked through the house and out into the extensive gardens, past
the benches and
his offer in the past. Now he would not accept it because the only man in the world he
loved was Angel. And he was as loyal to his boy as he knew Angel was to him.
But why was he angry? Why did he feel betrayed? Perhaps the paternal gesture of
a moment ago had led him to believe Romodanovsky admired him. Never, until he met
Angel, had he cared if anyone admired him. He reveled in Angel’s admiration. And he
loved it when his mum told him how great he was. But other men’s opinions meant
nothing.
Curling his fingers into his palm, he struck Romodanovsky across the cheekbone
with his knuckles, making certain not to break the bone, though he felt like it. Shocked
at both the gesture and the pain, the man recoiled, his hand to his face. The skin had
split just under the eye, and a trickle of blood ran through his fingers. A volley of
Russian swear words issued from the man as he stood up straight. Kael walked into the
bathroom, soaked a fresh hand towel in cold water, and took it to him. He found
Romodanovsky examining his face in the mirror. Seeing Kael, he turned to face him.
The look in his eyes was murderous. Kael offered him the cold compress.
Romodanovsky snatched the cloth and sat on the end of the bed, pressing the towel to
his face.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You’re supposed to protect me, not assault
me.”
“You made a pass at me,” Kael said calmly.
Meeting his gaze, Romodanovsky said sarcastically, “How shocking. You’re a
homosexual. Don’t deny it.”
Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father
49
“I wouldn’t dream of denying it. I’m proud of it. But what the hell are you? A
married man with five children.”
“What does that have to do with anything? You were attracted to me the moment
you saw me in the entrance hall this morning.”
It was true; he had been. “Then why did you ask me if I was fucking the blonde
girl?”
“To see what you would say. But I know you are not.”
“Let me look at your eye.” Lifting the man’s chin on his fingers, Kael examined the
swelling cheek and the small cut. “You’ll live. I’ll send for some ice.” He strode to the
door and stepped out into the hall. Mattie got up as soon as she saw him.
“Everything okay, sir?”
“Get some ice from the kitchen. He’s hurt his face.”
It took about ten minutes for Mattie to fetch the ice, and in the meantime,
Romodanovsky finished dressing and sat in an armchair with his feet on an ottoman
and a glass of brandy in his hand. Kael brought the ice wrapped in a flannel. “Here.”
Resentfully the man took the offering, pressing it to his reddened, swollen cheek.
The bleeding had already stopped. “If you were so offended that I wanted to fuck you,
you could have said no.”
“I did.” Kael indicated the man’s face.
“A simple word would have sufficed.”
“I’ll remember that next time.”
Standing suddenly, Romodanovsky walked into the bathroom and threw the ice
pack into the sink. “I need to go outside.”
“There’s a garden in the back.”
“No, I want to run, and I do not want twenty security guards puffing after me,” he
said.
Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father
50
Kael shrugged and stood up. He threw his jacket on the bed. The black crepe-soled
shoes he always wore when working were excellent for running. “Are you ready?”
Romodanovsky took out an expensive pair of trainers and laced them up. “Where
can we go?”
“St. James Park is at the rear of the house. Can you climb over the wall? It’s high.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll have to do this clandestinely. Specialist Operations would have a fit if they
knew you were outside with only one minder.” He directed Romodanovsky into the
hall in front of him. “We’re going to walk in the garden,” Kael told Mattie as they
passed. “Remain here.”
Swiftly they walked through the house and out into the extensive gardens, past
the benches and
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