Gregori's Ghost by Sarah Black

Author:Sarah Black [Black, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Publisher: All Romance eBooks, LLC
Published: 2008-01-24T23:00:00+00:00

Gregori's Ghost

“I want more than three days.”

~

Antonia brought pastries, coffee, newspapers, and a laptop in a backpack a couple of hours later. The shower had not gone well, and there had been some harsh language on both sides before Alexi ended the argument by passing out. Steven was still not completely convinced about the veracity of the faint, but Alexi’s blood pressure dipped low enough Steven wasn’t quite prepared to accuse him of faking it.

Alexi sat up when she came in, and she carried a stack of newspapers back to the bed and dumped them on his legs. They stared at each other for a long moment. “Everyone thinks you’re dead.”

Antonia pulled the laptop out of the backpack and opened it up on the table next to the kitchen. She tucked her hair behind her ears and hooked into the room’s internet connection, and a moment later pulled up the daily paper for Ukrayinska Pravda.

Journalist Missing after Interview with Viktor Cherikov! The headline screamed anxiety, and the picture of Alexi managed to look both seedy and vulnerable.

Steven scanned the story- police had no leads, his apartment was searched and there were signs of a struggle, traces of blood were found, colleagues were concerned. Dr. Cherikov was concerned. The rest of the article was about the presidential candidate, his thoughts about freedom of the press and disappearing civil liberties. The usual.

Antonia had pulled the chair up next to the bed and they were speaking together in rapid Ukrainian. She flung her arms up, sat back in the chair. Obviously his first story wasn’t very impressive to the editor of the student newspaper at Taras Shevchenko University.

Alexi tried again, his voice wheedling. Would you buy a used car from this man? Her face was stone. She leaned forward, spoke quietly. Pointed to his arm. Pointed to his face.

Alexi raised his good hand, rubbed wearily across his forehead. Whatever he told her next she must have believed, because her face was shading several degrees more pale than usual.

He nodded, spoke a few quiet and intense words, clearly a warning of sorts, and whatever he said she agreed to.

Antonia folded the laptop back into the backpack, handed Steven a card with her email address and cell phone number, instructed him that she was standing ready anytime day or night to assist. She sidled out the door with a last worshipful look back at Alexi.

“If you were Jesus Christ, I would say you’ve just found your first disciple.”

“Kids are so cynical these days. They don’t trust anybody.”

Steven broke a piece of cherry strudel in half. “Here.” He handed half to Alexi, sat down in the chair next to the bed. “You ready to tell me?”

Alexi was wedging pastry into the side of his mouth. “I don’t want to,” he admitted, “because it makes me look like a fool.”

Steven reached for his chin, wiped a smear of cherry filling. “That doesn’t sound hard.”

Alexi bared his teeth in a snarl. “The man at the airport who approached you, he was young? Good-looking?”

Steven nodded.

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