“I don’t know. I’m withThe Mysterious Graves, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
He’d second that.
“Only, there are twoMysterious Gravesnow. I’m not sure Scotland is ever going to be the same.”
Honestly, Graham hoped not.
When Gryphen whistled, his friend glanced over.
“Yo. The pub is still open. How about we grab a few pints while we wait for Finn to clean up this horrific mess that you’ve made?”
Graham laughed.
Why?
Finn flipped them all off.
“Arseholes.”
Yeah, they were.
But they were happy arseholes.
“That’s what you get for stealing the girl when we were twelve,” Graham teased.
Oh, only, his husband wasn’t having it.
“Pardon?”
Like a good Marine, Gryphen distracted them.
“First round is on Graham,” Gryphen said, changing the subject as he slapped Graham on the ass as he walked past him.
“HEY!”he said. “I didn’t bring my wallet! I rushed out to defend my honor!”
Michael laughed.
“I mean, he likes kink too, and that is a fine ass, Mr. Graves. I’ll buy you a drink,” he said, slapping him on the ass too.”
His heart skipped.
“Well, I’m not telling my husband no,” he said, winking at him.
Thank God for that.
The three men headed in, and for the first time, in a long time, Graham felt damn good.
They’d solved all of the mysteries in the castle, minus how to break the curse, he’d gotten his man back, and he was happily married.
It looked like it was case closed. All that was left was finding someone to break the curse.
But until then…
Graham would have some fun.
With his husband.
Until death did they part.
