As soon as he said the name, the younger man’s hand stopped, and he glanced up.
“The guy in the castle?”
Michael lifted a brow.
Oh, he dared him to add onto that sentence to see exactly how angry a Marine could get.
Finn handled it.
“Yes,MY BEST FRIEND.”
Wisely, Aiden said nothing that he was thinking, and that was for the best.
“I see. Is there a specific color tartan you’re interested in, Mr. Graves?” he asked.
Michael was a simple man.
“It’s for a wedding, so black would be fine,” he offered, not having family colors or a crest.
Hell!
He wasn’t sure Graves was his last name, or if the nun gave him that name too.
Aiden glanced over at Finn.
“Black?” he asked.
Finn helped him.
“I think he’d look good in the black and gray plaid. It’s more his thing.”
The young man just nodded.
When he walked away to go get the material, Michael was curious.
“What color is Graham’s kilt?” he asked.
He should probably know that.
“Well, lad, he wears the colors of the Black Watch. So, the colors in the flag. Dark green, dark blue, and there is black striping. What is your ethnicity?” Finn asked, just making small talk as they looked at kilt pins.
“My ancestors are English. I don’t know too much more. I was abandoned as a newborn with some nuns.”
Finn listened.
“Like I said, nuns named me. I am not one hundred percent sure Graves is legitimately my family name.”
He patted him on the back.
“Well, when you marry Graham, you can take his colors and make them yours—or you keep black. It’s a popular color for non-Scottish wearers.”
He would think about that. Honestly, he couldn’t imagine himself wearing kilts all that often. Then again, he had to go to Gryphen and Ian’s wedding at the castle.
When Aiden headed his way, he had the material for the kilt skirt, and some jackets with it.
“What color will you be getting the kilt jacket in?” he asked.
Immediately, his eye went to the gray.
