He’d planned on going to work, and calling it a day—not taking a personal day to play these games.
Finn was honest.
“I don’t know. All I know is Graham carried him up after we got him back here—and by‘we’I mean Michael. The man carried him the whole mile back to the castle. I just never asked where he put him. I just know it wasn’t in his apartment in the garage.”
Well, they’d find that out too.
There were only so many places to sleep. Renovation was still being done, and that meant only half of the bedrooms in the tower part were completed.
They’d keep looking for them the old-fashioned way—once they dropped off the luggage.
Ian had packed for a small tour of Europe, apparently while Gryphen threw some things into a duffle bag.
It felt like he was moving in with the three suitcases filled with who knew what?
Tony maybe, at this point.
As they went around the back, the two men peeled off of the group and headed up the stairs in the tower.
The place didn’t feel bad, and Finn was grateful for that. He recalled the ominous feeling four weeks ago. It appeared that something had either cleared it out, or the good ghosts were back to running the roost.
That he was even thinking that was insane. This place was bizarre on a good day. On a bad day, it was dangerous and lethal.
He hoped the Blackhawks were ready for this place. It was not exactly a funfest when it came to relaxing.
As they reached the floor with bedrooms, the place was absolutely silent.
Gryphen contemplated just yelling out, but he knew Graham was likely occupied with the mother of all hangovers. Oh, he deserved some yelling, but because he had compassion, he’d cut him a break.
For now.
Each of the rooms had the doors mostly closed, with only a crack open on each one. As he glanced down the hallway, he heard absolutely nothing.
It appeared they were on the hunt for space to drop his gear, so he went with the most logical choice.
He and Ian would be bunking together, so there was one place he’d put their things.
Since Gryphen was all about familiarity, he headed toward the room marked‘Master’s Suite’. Both he and Ian had one hell of a time in there.
It was one of his fondest memories in life.
Honestly, he wouldn’t mind repeating it.
That had been one hell of a sexcapade. There was nothing wrong with repeating the adventure. In fact, unbeknownst to Ian, Gryphen had a secret.
Someone packed his kilt.
Just.
In.
Case.
When he approached the door, he pushed it open, and that’s when both he and Finn got one hell of an eyeful of what was going on in the bed.
There were two naked men there.
Well, shit.
