Oh, he was aware of her value. There was no brighter treasure in his world. In the short time they were together, she’d charmed everyone.
Finn was pretty sure his own mother loved her more than him, and his sisters…they called her—not him—anymore.
“Don’t be worrying that, Lad. My Lass is well taken care of,” he admitted. “You look like you need a drink. How about we go to the pub, and we get you something to warm you up? You look a might chilly.”
He was.
Michael was cold inside, and not because of the weather. His heart was aching and his whole body had chills from this experience.
A drink was the minimum of what he needed. There were so many questions that he needed answering.
All of them about Graham.
Michael could say that curiosity had the best of him. A part of him wanted to go to the jet, but a part wanted to see what this was all about. Gabby and Finn had worked on part of the mystery at the castle—or so Ian had mentioned—and he knew they had to be acquainted with Graham.
This might get him some information.
“Oh, I could use a drink.”
Gabby touched his arm.
“We should get one then. We know a pub. Do you want to go by Michael or D’Artangnan?” she asked, not sure what to call him now.
She’d always just assumed his name was Michael. That was a pretty common name, even if he was an Archangel.
He laughed.
“D’Artangnan died a long time ago, Gabs. Please call me Michael. That hurts a lot less.”
She tucked her arm into his, and Finn was curious about the man. He could see the pain in his eyes, and to be honest, he was worried.
About both men.
Only, Graham wasn’t answering his phone.
It had been a peaceful night when he and his woman had been at their cottage, having dinner. That’s when Gabby got a call from Elizabeth. It had been an intervention call.
As in this man needed one.
So, they rushed right over to do what they could. Tomorrow, he’d check on Graham—first thing in the morning.
Oh, and he was more than a little curious about this guy. This was the man who Graham, his best friend, had been pining over since they broke up.
Curiosity killed the inspector.
“Let’s go get some booze,” she said, only for her handsome fiancé to correct her.
“You’re not drinking with a baby on board, Mo ghràdh. I haven’t lost my mind quite yet. You can have tea, and as much as you’d like.”
She snorted.
Gabby was well aware of that.
She shared.
“I was in the mood for some chips. I’ll be the designated walker after you two have a few.”
That worked for Finn.
