Chapter 18
“What way?” she asked. “Who are you really, Dimi? What are you?”
It was the essential question for all of us, wasn’t it, the question he regularly asked himself: Who are you? He was a man in love, or rather in thrall to two perhaps irreconcilable worlds—tennis and the spy game, Catherine, and his attraction to men. For even as he and Catherine were making love, he found his thoughts drifting back to “James.” It was he who was the teaser stallion as it were, he who got him hot and kept him at a fevered pitch.
Not that he had trouble staying there with Catherine. She was so very lovely, at once fragile and maternal so that he wanted to protect and be protected by her. Catherine confused him. He loved her, or perhaps he loved the safe haven, the respite she offered. He wasn’t su
