And who could blame them?
“We can go sit in the library and read over the journal until Finn makes the call,” Gabby offered.
That they could do.
Ian was to the point.
“We also have to put that letter from Catherine back in the book to preserve the history.”
The man sitting on the counter was curious, and he tried desperately to focus on the other people there.
“And the paintings are safe?” Graham asked. “Because I’m responsible for them.”
Oh, they were aware.
“Yes, they are in the storage room. Nothing will harm them there,” Ian offered.
Or so they hoped.
Finn pulled out his phone.
“Give me a few to see if I can pull some strings and get the paperwork handled.”
That worked for them.
“If you can’t,” Michael said, “we’ll still get married when the paperwork clears. It’ll happen.”
Graham agreed.
“I know it will.”
Finn pointed.
“Give me some time to do felonious things. Then, I’m going to have a little talk with my lass and the whole,‘she’sdisappointed we’re not married’when my mother has been giving me hell over her not being my wife and carrying our child.”
Gabby kissed him on the lips.
“So spicy today. That’s sexy—almost as hot as you naked in that photo.”
He flushed red, thinking about it.
Because the man was doing an important job, they’d give him space.
Turning, Michael gave Graham his back, and the man hopped on. They probably looked silly, but Graham didn’t care. He didn’t feel like dying anymore.
He felt like living.
“Do you have me?” he asked, as D’artangnan carried him toward the library where he’d found the book yesterday evening.
“I’ll always have you, Baby. You know that. I’ll never drop you again.”
That made Graham’s heart sing in peace for the first time in seven and a half years.
God.
It had been too long.
For the first time, in what felt like forever, he wasn’t the odd man out. He had the same love that each person he called family did.
