Michael lifted a brow.
Call him curious, but he wanted to know everything the man knew. He suspected that it was from Graham, and not Gabby.
Why did that make his heart flutter? Had Graham talked about him?
“Have you now?” he asked.
Finn nodded.
“Yeah, Graham has been my best friend since we were wee lads in the early years of school. He bested me for a girl once.”
Michael actually laughed.
Since he’d laid with the man, more times than he could count, he knew what he liked and didn’t.
Tits were not on the table for him.
“I bet you can’t say that about him when he grew up,” he stated.
Finn grinned.
“Oh, definitely not. When he came back from serving, he was a different person than when he left,” he admitted, knowing it wasn’t only war, but this man who changed him.
Well, no surprise.
He wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t know. Michael came back differently too.
That was the nature of the beast when you saw horrible things, and were shot at on a daily basis.
Only the strong survived that.
“We all came back changed,” Michael admitted. “If you didn’t, you weren’t fighting the same wars as we were,” he added.
Finn was to the point.
“He told me about your relationship,” he admitted. “We got shitfaced drunk one night, and he finally broke down and shared what he’d had.”
That hung there.
Thankfully, Gabby had perfect timing, and saved Michael from having to say anything.
When Gabby put the three pints down, her fiancé looked at her and then the glass she had for herself. It was dark like an ale.
So, he had to be sure.
“Gabriella…”
She snorted.
“What? It’s a diet soda,” she stated, knowing what he was thinking. “Aspartame doesn’t kill you. You’d have to consume a dump truck full of it every day for over a year.”
It made Finn laugh.
Okay, maybe he was a little overprotective, but he’d yet to get his lass to the chapel. They’d been planning on eloping when they came back from the States, but his mother wasn’t having it.
She was a good Catholic, and demanded a church wedding, even if he’d already helped create a life.
“Just making sure, Lass. You’re a wily one,” he admitted.
