Call it a hunch.
The only way to get under the waterfall was to go through it.
Taking off all of their things, except their underwear, both men waded into the water.
Oh, and it was not exactly a hot spring.
“Well, there goes my dick and balls,” Michael said. “They just went and hid by my colon.”
Graham laughed.
“I bet I could find them,” he admitted.
Well, that was something else to do later.
Bet.
On.
That.
This honeymoon was far from over.
When they got to their waists, they held hands, and went under the water, moving below the crashing of the falls. As they did, they surfaced on the other side, still holding hands.
Climbing out of the water, they both climbed the rocks to where people could lay—or hide things. The ground beneath their feet was solid stone.
Nothing was buried in here.
Well, it looked as if Finn had been right. There was no way the bones were under this stone.
“I mean, this would be romantic if we weren’t trying to break a curse,” he admitted.
Yeah, it kinda was.
“I wouldn’t mind a picnic under here,” Graham admitted. “Maybe we have sex in the water and on this stone…”
Say less.
Michael would make that happen at some point—maybe when the water was warmer.
“Let me see if the bones are in the water. Maybe Duncan dumped them in the water, knowing no one would look there.”
Graham didn’t like that.
“If I don’t see your bubbles, I’m coming in.”
Oh, well, he hoped so.
Diving back in, Michael went to the bottom of the wading pool, and then looked around. There were stones, a little silt, and fish.
No bones.
When he went to head up, he saw something off to the side. He could have sworn something moved in the opening.
With the flashlight on, he shined it toward the dark area, and got the shock of his life.
There was a face staring back at him.
