Page 250 of The Mysterious Graves


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They were smiling at him as he walked past them.

On a tablet that Bonnie, Finn’s sister, was holding, was Tony Magnus and his wife Jaxon.

Graham couldn’t believe it.

His one and only love had planned this for him. They weren’t getting a quicky wedding.

They were getting a real one.

There were tears in his eyes as the emotion overwhelmed him.

This was exactly why he loved this man. He always made him feel that love with everything he did.

As he approached, he noticed that his Purple Heart, the one he’d given him, was pinned to his fly scarf.

It appeared that someone got it from the kitchen when he wasn’t looking. Not that long ago, it had been sitting on the box on the island.

As he reached him, he took his hand.

“You look amazing,” Michael stated.

Graham couldn’t speak.

Not at first.

“D’Artang…,” he began, and then went to correct himself.

Only, Michael stopped him.

“If that’s who you see me as, it’s wrong of me to ask you to change that. I’ll always be your D’Artangnan, so marry him today. Be mine, Graham Lainey. Marry me and be my husband. Take my last name and be my one and only even after the day we die.”

The second he said that, Graham wanted to sob.

“I love you, D’Artangnan. I can’t wait to marry you,” he admitted. “I will absolutely take your name. It’s been a long time coming.”

Yes, yes, it had been.

Well, then, they should do it.

Here.

And.

Now.

Facing him, Finn and Gryphen were behind them, acting as the best men for each of them. Gryphen had Michael’s back, and Finn had Graham’s.

“Let’s do this,” Graham said, staring into his lover’s eyes. There was nothing he wanted more than to be his husband.

It was a decade in the making, but finally, the day was here.

Next to them, the judge stood there, and he had both men sign the paperwork as he held it on a book. Then, he began the makeshift ceremony.

He’d been paid handsomely, and he didn’t mind doing it. He was getting a first look at the castle and the renovations during his wedding duty.

“Gentlemen, how do you want to do this? Technically, you’re married the second I sign the license.”

Michael knew.