Graham was horrified, and he wasn’t afraid to tell them that either.
“What the hell, Lads? What is it with ya kink of checking out naked men?”
Finn snorted.
“Uh, Graham, I’m the only one in this room not checking out a dick. I’ve got a lass who is carrying my baby. I’m more amusedWHOyou were in bed with.”
Oh, he was aware.
That made Graham sigh.
There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be getting lectured.
Or scolded.
The looming continued.
“We had sex. Okay?” he asked. “I still don’t know what it means. We just did it, and I don’t know if he’s staying, going, or what. We’re literally at the beginning of this as we try to navigate it.”
Gryphen was curious.
Someone had to protect Michael, and he would do that because he trusted Finn to have Graham. They were best friends, after all.
“Did you ask him what he wants? Because he’s definitely staying here for a while. He’s in hiding…,” he began, and then realized what he’d said.
Oh, boy.
“I mean.”
He stopped him.
Oh, Gryphen didn’t have to worry about that. They’d discussed that, and he’d be lying if he said the man wasn’t running through his mind.
Tormenting him.
“He told me about his fiancé. I’m well aware that D’Artangnan moved on.”
Oh, that didn’t sit well with Finn.
What the hell?
Was his best friend kidding him?
Now, Finn was horrified, pissed off, and beyond irate that D’Artangnan walked out, moved on, and then decided to have a tawdry one-night fling.
Hell.
No.
Immediately, Finn got up, and rolled up his sleeves. It appeared he was going to head into the bathroom.
To die.
Gryphen stared at him.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “I hope it’s not what I think you’re about to do. That’s dumb. He’ll kick your ass and never stop showering to do it. When I said he’s an Archangel, they don’t call them theHAND OF GODfor shits and giggles, cop. He’ll hurt you in ways you never thought possible—then hide the body where it’s never found.”
Finn clued him in.
