NONE.
Closing the lid of the box, he went to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle.
Then, he headed out of the kitchen and into the courtyard behind the castle.
It was official…
Graham was done.
It was clear that D’Artangnan was okay, and that was all he needed to know. Now, he could just go quietly into the night, and he’d be able to come to grips with the pain he’d caused.
Because seeing the man…
Showed him that he’d never been worthy of his love.
Ever.
Chapter Two
The Pub
Sunday Evening
Seven P.M.
Honestly, if you’d been in one pub in Scotland, you’d been in them all. Michael recalled the countless times he and Graham would grab a drink, but have to sit across from each other so no one knew their truth.
It had been difficult to hide it too. At the time, all he had wanted was to be able to be free and claim his soulmate.
When you were a soldier, you were expected to be an alpha male, strong, a leader, and as straight as the day was long.
Most of that was true, minus the last part.
He knew so many Marines who went to the service to try and escape their truth.
They loved dudes.
The same applied to him. Had he not been a Marine, Michael would have gone to college to be a Geologist or someone who worked in nature. It was the one thing he always wanted to do.
Who didn’t like volcanos and shiny rocks?
As for signing up to be a Marine, God knew he tried to beat the gay out of himself with self-loathing and any women he could throw at himself.
And none of it worked.
Ever.
The brain, heart, and libido wanted what it wanted, and Michael was pretty sure that would never change.
Call it a hunch.
As they sat at a table, Gabby went to go get them something to drink from the bartender, leaving the two men alone to talk.
Finn was on an information-finding mission when it came to this man.
For Graham, his bestie.
“So, you’re D’Artangnan,” he said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
