“You could wear your purple heart. Or better yet, you could give your Purple Heart to Graham to wear, and you could wear his Victoria Cross.”
That sounded perfect.
He’d have to make that happen.
“When you’re ready, we can check you out,” Aiden offered.
Michael handed Finn his wallet.
“Can you pay for me. I need to call someone,” he said, seeing what the text had been about that had just come in.
It was from Graham, and it said one thing.
‘Call your mother. I called my father, Tony.’
And he knew who he was talking about when it came to his mother.
He was right. This was a perfect time.
Finn caught his wallet.
“There’s cash, but there’s a black credit card in there. Use that if I don’t have enough cash.”
The man nodded.
Then, he followed Aiden out, giving Michael some time to himself.
Dialing, he sat down in his kilt, and got a visual of his balls in the mirror across from him.
Yeah, mental note, don’t sit like that. He’d scare people.
Closing his legs, he waited, not sure if she’d answer the phone.
Finally, she did.
“Yes, Saint Michael.”
Her voice was neutral, and held absolutely no emotions whatsoever.
Yeah, he’d made a mess.
“Do you have time to talk?”
Honestly, she knew this call would happen. All she had to do was wait and let the man calm down.
“I always have time for you,” she admitted, waving her administrative assistant from her room.
Vivian would have to come back.
When one of her children called, and Michael was that, she’d always prioritize.
It was now or never.
“I fucked up,” he said. “When I spoke to you, it was not cool how I talked to you. If I heard anyone speaking to you the way I did, I’d kick their asses. I’m sorry that I made you the bad guy, when I was the bad guy.”
She wasn’t angry with him.
One of the good things about her was she had a damn thick skin, and she was accustomed to children acting out. Marines had their moments too.
