The question took Blaine by surprise and his face showed it. “What makes you ask that?”
“The way you move. The way you look at people. I’ve studied a lot about soldiers.”
“Yes,” Blaine told him. “I was in the army.”
“Were you in a war?”
Another nod. “Vietnam.”
The boy looked genuinely proud. “Really? As what, sir? Please, do tell me!”
“Only if you promise to call me Blaine. The story gets a little complicated.”
“I’ll understand. I’ll try anyway.”
Blaine didn’t want to lie, but he couldn’t tell the truth yet either, at least not the whole truth. “I was trained as a Green Beret.”
Matt’s mouth dropped. “The Special Forces!”
“We weren’t called that yet, but yes.”
“They predated our Special Air Service. They were the first specially trained commandos in the western alliance since World War II.”
“I was fortunate enough to miss that one,” Blaine said.
Matt flashed a smile that quickly melted back into a questioning stare. “You said it was complicated.”
“Well, yes.”
“You started to tell me.”
What the hell, Blaine figured. “How are you at keeping a secret?”
“Good. Very good.”
“Okay. Vietnam was a funny war because lots of people were running different parts of it. The army had its hands tied and that pretty much explains why we got pounded like we did. But an authorized faction of the army got together with the CIA and decided to run part of the war its own way. I was part of what they called the Phoenix Project. We did most of our work behind enemy lines and we never issued reports. Make sense?”
“Wow,” Matt said. “But what did you—”
Blaine cut him off. “That’s for another day, Matt, later.” Then, sensing the boy’s disappointment, he added, “I’ve still got some friends in the SAS by the way. Like to come out and see them train sometime?”
“It’s top secret, sir. No visitors allowed.”
“You’ve got connections, kid.”
“Could we, si—, Blaine? Could we really?”
“Just name the time.”
“I’d like that. I really would.” His face turned quizzical again. “But what exactly did you do while you were in London?”
“When we get to the city, I’ll show you.”
They came to Parliament Square in the middle of the day. Blaine had never intended to give the boy such a detailed glimpse into his history, much less such an infamous occurrence. But, damn it, he was caught up in it all, the boy’s adulation and interest serving to open up areas of discussion he had kept closed for years. And didn’t Matt have a right to know, if anyone did?
“What’s so important about Churchill’s statue?” he wondered as they drew up close to it.
“Bet you didn’t know they had to rebuild a section.”
“I didn’t. Is it important?”
“Not really. Except for the reason.”
“Reason?”
They moved closer.
“Notice the slight discoloration in the great coat right after it breaks beneath his stomach?”
“I guess so. Why?”
“They repaired it after I shot off a rather important anatomical area.”
The boy’s eyes bulged, then glared at him disbelievingly. “You’re making it up.”
“You don’t really believe that.”
“Okay, why did you do it then?”
Blaine eased his arm tenderly around the boy’s shoulder. “Another story for another day, kid.”
They spent hours at Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum. Not surprisingly, Matt was most fascinated by the military exhibits. Blaine found himself enjoying the time just as much. After all, besides rejection his greatest fear in starting this relationship twelve years late was that he would have nothing in common with the boy. Well, he couldn’t have asked for much more than this and dared to wonder whether such interests could be hereditary.
They climbed to the whispering pews of St. Paul’s Cathedral and lunched at a traditional London pub in the business district called Smithfield’s. From there they took the underground to Pall Mall where Matt spent ten minutes expounding to McCracken, and a half-dozen others who had gathered, on the rigorous combat training endured by the red-clad, black-capped horsemen who ceremonially patrol the gates.
“Do you think I should join the army?” Matt asked as they strolled away.
“That depends on a lot of things you’re too young to consider now.”
“Not really,” Matthew responded maturely. “Seventh formers at Reading can sign up either with the RAF or the infantry on Friday afternoons to cover their community service. That’s not very far off at all.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“So, should I sign up or not?”
Blaine tried to show how happy he was at being consulted. “It sounds like you’ve already made up your mind. If it’s important to you, absolutely.”
“Was it important to you?”
“To enlist, you mean? Well, there was this thing called the draft and my number was about to come up anyway and college was a bore, so I joined. That way I got my choice of service.”
“And you chose Green Beret …”
Blaine hedged. “Well, actually it was chosen for me a few months into training.”
“You didn’t tell me that.”
“Got to save some stuff for later.”
“And what about what you did in the Phoenix Project?”
“Also later.”
Matt hesitated. “You haven’t told me much about what you’re doing now.” And before McCracken could answer, the boy did it for him, a smile flashing through the words. “I know — later.”
It was well past dark by the time Blaine got the boy back to Reading School and watched him disappear through a door.
“Thought it was you,” John Neville said as he approached McCracken with Bodie and Doyle restrained on leashes. They fought to greet McCracken as well. “I’ve just been out walking my dogs.”
“Sorry I’m so late.”
“I didn’t give you a curfew. It went well. I can tell that much.”
“It went great. It scares me it went so great.”
“Why should it scare you?”
Blaine turned fast enough to draw a slight growl from Doyle. Neville spoke again before he had a chance to.
“It didn’t go great enough for you to tell him who you were, did it?”
“I didn’t want to spoil the day.”
“Do you think it would have?”
“Maybe.”
“For you or for him?” Neville eyed him suspiciously. “You’re hedging, mate. Something’s holding you back.”
They started walking toward the playing pitches which fronted the school. With the wind gone, it felt warmer than it had the previous afternoon.
“How much did Henri Dejourner tell you about me?” Blaine asked.
“Very little, I’m afraid.”
“Then let me fill in a few of the holes. The boy’s mother kept his existence secret from me for a reason. Back then I was involved in governmental matters that required an expert hand. Things haven’t changed all that much since.”
Neville was nodding. “I’d expected as much. Or close to it. It’s your eyes. I’ve known men like you before.”
Blaine shook his head. “You’ve never known a man like me, John. It’s not possible, believe me. Right now I’m trying to sort out emotions that I’ve never felt before. Today was special for me in a way I can’t describe, and it’s tempting to see it as a sign of a new phase in my life. But the trouble is I’ve got lots of enemies. What I’m trying to say is that makes Matt vulnerable if I decide to enter his life on a full-time basis. No, change that. He’s already vulnerable and has been since Henri Dejourner paid you a visit. Whatever I decide to do—”