Oh, he would be happy for him, since this was all on him, but it would still be a blow that he didn’t think he’d recover from either.
Then, add in that he also wanted to know what the bloody hell was going on that he’d walked back into his life yesterday.
Because that was incredibly odd that after seven and a half years, the man would just pop up again.
HERE.
For the Blackhawks.
Staring at the blanket and pillow, he was trying not to think about how absolutely gorgeous the man was. A part of him wanted to see him again, but that wasn’t going to happen.
Yesterday was the proof of that.
Had he not smelled his cologne upon waking, and seen the chair, he would have assumed that D’Artangnan had run from Scotland.
Again.
Looking under the blanket, he was down to his underwear, and still wearing his shirt from the night before.
Oh, and the man’s scent in the room had awakened his body. It had been a long time since he woke up and wanted to feel.
Only, he couldn’t even imagine that this would end well for him.
Truthfully, he was shocked he wasn’t in a facility on a mental-health multi-hour hold.
Shocker there.
Seeing his phone on the nightstand, there was a little piece of paper beside it, and that made his heart race in his chest for all kinds of reasons.
Picking it up, he knew the handwriting anywhere. It was D’Artangnan’s, and all of this wasn’t some kind of nightmare.
It had all happened.
Well, now, he really wanted to sink into the floor and disappear from sight.
Graham and booze did not mix, and he’d proved it once more.
Reading the words, he wanted to hope for some tiny bit of affection, and there was none.
‘Graham, I’ve gone diving for the bones. When I get done, we need to talk. Take some aspirin. There’s coffee on downstairs for you. Michael.’
He stared at the name.
Had he changed it?
Well, that would explain a lot because he hadn’t been able to locate him no matter how hard he tried. Michael wasn’t his middle name, either.
Then, something else he’d seen in the note hit him, pulling his attention away from that.
He was in the lake?
Alone?
Now?
Oh, that couldn’t be good. Immediately, his heart began racing, and then, that’s when he heard it.
Whistling.
