They were going to pick up right where they left off if he had anything to say about it.
He couldn’t do any better than him.
Riley was a catch, and Michael needed to remember that. No matter how hard he tried, he’d never find anyone better suited for him.
He didn’t have to be a Blackhawk bodyguard.
He could be Riley’s husband.
Riley was well aware of the money that Michael had in his account, and that would set them up nicely. This fish wasNOTgetting off the hook.
He’d had his chance to sulk, but honestly, he could convince him that no one would want him like he would.
It would just take time.
All he needed was to find him so they could talk.
Then, they would have their happily ever after.
If he’d just give him a chance to prove he was right, and that they were meant to be together.
And they would be.
Michael Graves was going to give him the life he deserved.
Because he’d cost him his job, and he’d earned it.
Chapter Ten
The Castle
Ten Minutes Later
To say that the two naked men rushed to get dressed, and get the hell down toward the crypt in the basement of the castle would be an understatement. That sonic boom told them all they needed to know about what had gone down.
Bad shit had happened.
Oh, and when bad shit happened, both Gryphen and Finn knew that their significant others were likely in the middle of it.
And they were.
In the crypt, sitting on two of the stone sarcophaguses, were Ian and Gabby.
All around them, there was dusty air, and a pile of rubble on the floor.
Oh, and nearby, there were two very confused construction workers left holding the bag.
And it was a destructive bag at that.
When they got there, Graham looked concerned and for the likely reasons.
If anyone got hurt, that was going to be problematic for the village council, and the Blackhawks.
Oh, and him.
He’d been naked in bed at the time, neglecting his duties. The last thing he wanted was to lose his job.
“What happened?” he asked, seeing he rubble on the ground. “Is everyone okay?” he asked.
