The only thing working for Graham is that Michael and Riley had imploded.
Spectacularly.
That might work in his favor when it came down to Michael being willing to sit down and talk it out. Honestly, hewas assuming they’d have to hold the Marine at gunpoint—not that they had a gun to do just that.
It was going to be a challenge at best.
“We’ll get our things dropped off, and we’ll start,” Gryphen said. “I’m going to have a‘come to Jesus talk’with Graham first. I swear to God, I want to slap some sense into him.”
On that, Finn agreed.
He wasn’t the only one who wanted to do just that. He was seriously ready to lose his mind over what the man had pulled last night.
They’d warned him that booze and emotions were a very bad mix for him. Someone was dangerous when he was drunk.
There was also so much guilt that they could have lost him and that would have been on them.
Truthfully.
“I’ll help you with that. Someone needs my boot in his arse,” he stated. “I’m going to kick his ass for trying to take his life. I swear to God, that he’s going to get the help he needs, or I’m going to make him do it. I’m not burying my best friend.”
That said it all.
It appeared that they had their work cut out for them today.
From where he sat in the passenger seat, Ian grinned at Gabby. Since the men were going to have a‘come to Jesus talk’with Graham, and Michael was more than stable, they had their own agenda.
Solving.
A.
Mystery.
There was no way he wasn’t jumping back in. Both he and Gabby had been working on the mystery in their downtime, in hopes of figuring this out before Elizabeth made landfall.
Gabby had found the thread that told them Catherine, Ceit’s sister, had lived with them and raised Callum. Now, it was about finding out more.
If they were lucky, they’d hit pay dirt, and the painting would also be back from the restoration services.
He was dying to know who was underneath the painting of Callum Granndach.
“Well, Girlfriend, that leaves us to the sleuthing. Want to help me, and what I mean by helping me, is that I’ll be watching the workmen take down that wall.”
At that, he had someone’s attention.
Gryphen glanced over.
IMMEDIATELY.
“Ian, is there a reason that statement makes me twitchy?” he asked. “Do I want youWATCHINGworkmen work?”
The man laughed.
Oh, he knew why he said that.
Only, honestly, Graham had absolutely nothing to worry about.
He was the sexiest man in the world, and he didn’t give a rat’s ass about any other man but him. How could he want second best when he had Lord Gryphen Carter?
