Michael laughed.
“Am I interested? Uh, yeah. I’ll go right now.”
He stopped him.
“The judge needs some time. He’s clearing his schedule as a favor. Like I said, in a few hours.”
That was perfect.
Michael forgot about Duncan, and was now focused on the man in his lap.
“Are you still up for a wedding?”
Graham took his face in his hands and stared deeply into his eyes.
“Are you kidding?” he asked. “Absolutely. There’s nothing I want more than to marry you. I’ll be there.”
Finn was to the point.
“Well, then, I suggest we get some shit done, because you can’t get married in jeans, Laddie. We’re going to have to get you ready.”
Shit.
He was right.
“I need to dive, and then, I need to get a suit. Tell me there’s a place to get suits in town.”
Ian laughed.
When he did, they all looked over at him.
“There’s a kilt place, but no suit place,” he said. “Someone’s going to be wearing a kilt to his wedding.”
Graham grinned.
“I mean, I’ll wear mine if you wear one,” he said. “Or we can just wear jeans. I just want to be married to you, D’Artangnan. I don’t care about the details of that.”
He kissed him softly on the mouth.
“Finn will help me, won’t you, Finn?” he asked. “As Gabby and Ian are playing in the archives, you’ll help me get a kilt.”
Oh, he would.
And he’d love spending some alone time with D’Artangnan. He was, after all, marrying his best friend.
“Done deal, Laddie.”
Then, it was set.
They were going to get ready for a wedding, but first, that meant there was a dive to do.
“Then, let’s get to the lake and get those bones up. I have some shopping to do,” Michael said, as Graham got up from his lap.
He put the journal down, and everyone excitedly got up to join in.
And when they walked out, there was a breeze in the library. The pages of the journal flipped, and opened to one particular one.
At the bottom, it said one thing.
