Well, at least he’d have company.
There was that.
When he heard the kitchen door opening behind him, Graham realized that the newest guest had finally arrived, and that made him feel better.
Until he saw him.
And he knew he had a slew of problems.
The figure that entered the castle was very familiar. He was big, bulky, and a flash from his past.
Oh, and Graham hadn’t expected to see him.
EVER.
AGAIN.
It stole his breath as they both stood there facing each other.
“D’Artangnan?” Graham asked as the dish he was holding fell from his fingers and shattered into a million pieces on the floor at his feet.
Oh, and from the look on his face, Graham wasn’t the only one shocked.
D’Artangnan was too.
“I don’t understand,” Graham whispered, his heart thumping so fast in his chest.
Well, that was both of them.
Saint Michael of the Blackhawks was caught off guard, too, and for a few reasons. No one called him that, but Elizabeth, and secondly…
There was a ghost standing before him.
It was the ghost of relationships past, and the first man he’d ever loved with all of his heart.
His.
Soulmate.
It was also the first man to break it into a million pieces.
Yeah, this was the last thing he expected when coming here. What he’d expected was to have some alone time as he babysat a castle for Callen and Chris and went diving for some bones.
He didn’t expect to have to come face-to-face with the one who got away after blowing his world to kingdom come.
Not this.
Never this.
“Graham?” he asked, not sure what else to say when facing down his once lover—the man who destroyed his heart and soul.
Well, holy shit.
This recovery was going to be interesting.
And no doubt painful.
It was crystal clear what had gone down.
