“That one.”
The man just nodded.
“We need to go to a fitting room so we can try them on. Is this formal or not-so-formal?” he asked.
“The wedding isn’t formal. It’s with a judge. I wish I could do it somewhere nicer…”
Finn held up his hand.
“Give us a minute, Aiden,” he said.
When the man headed away, Finn kept his voice low so no one would overhear them.
“Hear me out, Laddie.”
He would.
“Why don’t you do it in the courtyard behind the castle?” he asked. “I can call Gabby, and have her delay them. She can run interference, and you can make it memorable.”
He blinked.
“Really?”
He nodded.
“Graham needs this as much as you do. You go get yourself ready, and I’ll go make another call.”
He hugged the man.
It was so unexpected, that Finn was mashed against his big body as he patted his back.
“Woah, big man. Don’t kill the smaller messenger,” he joked.
He stared into his eyes.
“Thank you for loving Graham and always thinking about him.”
He brushed that off.
“Laddie, I’ve loved him as my brother since we were young. I grew up in a house with all women. My Pa and I were drowning in pantyhose and makeup. Graham was my escape.”
And Michael was grateful for that.
“Go. I’ll arrange it.”
When Michael went off to the dressing rooms to get fitted, Finn pulled out his phone and dialed his fiancé.
She answered immediately.
“I’m almost done scanning,” she said, “and then, we’re on our way to the village.”
He was glad he caught her.
“I need a favor.”
She paused.
“Uh, okay?”
