Kael had grudgingly succumbed to Angel‟s begging and allowed him to sit on the couch watching TV while he ate. Even with the towel he had made Angel spread over his legs to catch anything that fell, Kael still watched him like a hawk but could not stop himself from thinking how adorable the boy looked. Sitting cross-legged, wearing only his leather trousers, his bare chest smooth, pale, and hairless, his spiky hair standing out at the back and flopping in his eyes at the front, he laughed unrestrainedly. On the TV, Mr. Bean was behind the wheel of his little green Mini, changing his clothes. Angel had to keep putting his fork down to laugh. His giggle was infectious, and Kael found himself smiling even though he had seen it before. At one point Angel laughed so hard the plate on his lap shook precariously, and Kael was afraid it would slide to the floor, scattering Greek salad and lamb kebabs. “Daddy, this is so crazy! I‟ve never seen this before.” He looked at Kael, adding, “Sorry, I mean Sir.”
