Epilogue
One Week Later
The Castle
The castle had calmed down. For the most part, the dead weren’t acting up, and more important, they were letting the newlyweds do what newlyweds did. They were letting them have a honeymoon.
After everyone had gone back, Graham and Michael settled in, making sure the chores were done, and the animals were taken care of too.
Between that, they were in bed, having the time of their lives.
After all, you only got one honeymoon—unless you were a Blackhawk.
That morning, both Graham and Michael were going to go horseback riding, taking Romeo and Juliet to a different field.
Graham had packed a picnic, and he was hoping to get his sexy husband naked in a field.
Sue him.
He wasn’t letting the hot man think he wasn’t interested in him, and non-stop sex.
Because he was.
They’d had sex just about everywhere—dead person watching or not.
This was the honeymoon where they christened all of the rooms.
The dining room table.
The couch in the library.
Oh, and even in the kitchen pantry.
Michael had pinned him to the pasta and showed him who was boss.
Thank.
God.
For now, though, they wanted to tour the estate, and spend some time learning about the whole place. Since they owned a stake in Ravensmire, why not explore it?
So that was the plan.
As Graham was sipping his tea, his hot husband was staring at him from over the rim of his coffee cup.
Oh, and it gave him an erection.
That sultry look was more than enough to send chills across his flesh, and all the blood in his body to his dick.
“Keep looking at me like that, and we’re doing it on this counter.”
Michael laughed.
“Sorry. You’re like a potato chip. I can’t have just one,” he admitted.
Well, thank God for that.
When someone rang the gate, Michael picked up his phone and checked.
