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yet?”
    “He’s going to Cambridge like I did,” Kael said decisively. “But we’re supposed to
    apply to three. I’ll put Cambridge as his first choice.”
    “He can come straight into the service if you change your mind,” Conran said
    quietly. “The training you’ve already given him and the experiences he had in Bosnia
    last year and France earlier this year put him ahead of the pack. Another year or two
    and he’ll be very good.”
    “He’s only just turned nineteen. I was twenty-two when your headhunter came
    after me. But I was a ruthless bastard from the day I was born. Angel’s not like that. He
    still thinks you only send me after bad dudes .” Kael imitated Angel’s American accent
    when he said that.
    “You don’t want him jaded like you and me?” Conran asked.
    “If he didn’t get jaded from his life in foster care and then living with his
    gunrunner stepfather, perhaps nothing can make him jaded.”
    In a whisper so quiet a normal man would not have heard him, Conran said, “I
    don’t suppose I could visit you soon, just for an hour or two?”
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    Even though he didn’t move a facial muscle, Kael was grinning inside. “Why
    would you want to do that? For tea and a chat?”
    A long, almost weary sigh escaped Conran’s pursed lips. “You know what I
    want,” he whispered.
    “And you know I have enough on you to blackmail you for the rest of your life,
    Stephen.”
    “Yes, of course I know,” Conran said.
    “You can’t resist me, can you?” Slinging his arm around Conran’s shoulder, Kael
    crushed the smaller man to his side. “I’ll see what I can do,” he said as if promising a
    young child a longed-for treat.
    Squirming, Conran hissed, “Get off, for God sake. Why can you never be
    discreet?”
    Kael laughed, squeezing him for another second before letting him go. “I am the
    soul of discretion. How else could I do my job?”
    “Yes, well, I wish you’d be as discreet about other things too. Come along to my
    office. I want to talk to you about something.”
    Glancing out into the hall at the grandfather clock, Kael said, “It’s almost
    midnight.”
    “This won’t take long.”
    Kael followed him into the relative quiet of the hall and along to Conran’s study.
    Inside he put his champagne glass on the desk and helped himself to a whisky from the
    bottle on the bookshelf. “Do you think I’m too old for Angel?” It must have been all the
    champagne, because he never exposed himself emotionally. He wasn’t even sure what
    he wanted Conran to say.
    “Good grief! Is the man who rules the world actually having fears that his lover’s
    heart may be divided?”
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    That was definitely not what he wanted to hear. Kael finished his whisky in one
    swallow, put down his glass, and grabbed Conran by his expensive lapels, slamming
    him against the wall. He shoved his knee between Conran’s thighs and felt the man’s
    instant erection. “You little wanker!” Kael said into his face. Just for fun, he ground his
    knee in harder, making Conran orgasm in loud panting gasps.
    “Am I interrupting something?” A voice from the door made Kael turn in
    surprise. The minute he saw Matilda Thornton’s face, he broke into a smile.
    “Hello, Mattie.” He released Conran, who leaned forward, turning away.
    Thornton probably thought Kael had hit the man, which was better than her knowing
    the truth. At least Conran would prefer it that way.
    Smiling up at him, she said, “Hello, sir. Nice to see you. It’s been ages.”
    “Not since you and Angel rescued me from that cellar in Paris last April,” Kael
    said. “Where have you been all evening? I haven’t seen you.”
    “I wasn’t actually invited to the party. Not senior enough, I suppose,” she said. “I
    was out with my sister and my mates. I just got a call from Mr. Conran to get over
    here.”
    “That’s why you’re not wearing a smart