Was something wrong?
She wasn’t sure.
Maybe it was just the stress and running around. Only, if she said something, her fiancé would put her in bed, lock her down, and hover.
That would only freak her out even more. She was worried about this pregnancy and with good reason.
“I’ll learn. I love your brooch,” she said, pointing at the fabric draped over his shoulder and pinned there.
On it, there was his Victoria Cross.
The one he’d eared for valor after he’d lost D’Artangnan.
Err…Michael.
Remembering his new name was not as easy as he’d believed it would be.
“Thank you,” he said, saying nothing else.
At first.
“You guys really wouldn’t lie to me, right? Everything is okay, and I’m still getting married? He’s not currently racing to the airport to run, and you’re stalling me, so he gets away?”
Gryphen knew that the man was suspicious. So, he was honest.
“Your fiancé has something planned for you that he wanted you to have on your wedding day. If you don’t listen to us, it’ll ruin it. That’s the truth.”
The second he said it, Ian slapped him across the chest with his arm.
“GRYPH!”
He pointed.
“My dude, he was Black Watch. He’s about as paranoid as a Marine. He knows something is up. We have to give him a littleso he doesn’t have a breakdown. Then, Michael will be bitch-slappy.”
Graham laughed and calmed down immediately. He felt a million times better now that he knew it wasn’t his imagination, but that they were detaining him here.
Ian sighed.
That’s when Graham let them off the hook.
“In Gryphen’s defense, I could tell something was off. Gabby nearly jumped me when I said I needed to see what had worked up the goats.”
She smiled sweetly.
“Just read the journal, Graham. Trust the people who love and wouldn’t hurt you.”
Yeah, he had already been given a great gift on his wedding day.
A family.
So, he did what he said.
As he turned the very fragile pages, he found the last page, and coincidentally, theONLYpage other than the two he’d read that he could decipher.
Time had not been kind to the pages.
Four hundred years in a damp corridor had been brutal on the journal.
