Oh, she knew what he was saying.
Only, she knew Michael would never hurt someone intentionally. He was kind and sweet under the body armor when he was working.
He was a good person.
Genuinely.
“We don’t know all of the details of what happened between them,” she admitted.
Her fiancé was aware.
“Graham deserves a second chance, or at least to defend himself. That’s all,” Finn admitted. “I don’t know what he saw in this man, but I know we’re fighting to save Graham. You’ve spent every day for four weeks with him to make sure he’s whole. I know my best friend. Had he told him it was a military assignment, this would have ended differently. He didn’t trust the man he was sleeping with to break that confidentiality—so is this really Graham’s fault? Or his?”
That wasn’t for her to decide, or for him to decide. Everyone made mistakes.
“To err is human, but to forgive is divine,” she admitted. “Isn’t that what you told me to do about that trashy ex-girlfriend of yours when I wanted to beat her head in with a clog?”
He stared at her.
“A clog? That’s your weapon of choice, Lass? Really?” he asked, amused.
She kissed him.
“Yes, because I couldn’t think of an appropriate weapon at the moment. As for Graham, he’ll be okay. I’ve known Michael for a couple years. He’s a really good guy. He’s sweet, gentle, and kind. You’re seeing him being caught off guard. He’ll figure it out. We just have to wait for him to understand.”
Only, Finn wasn’t sure that would ever happen after seeing the seething rage just under the surface.
Michael was well beyond being angry at the situation. It was clear he’d carried this rage for a long time.
Like Graham.
And angry people didn’t listen. Instead, they did stupid shit that normally got them in trouble.
Yeah, this was out of their hands for now.
It looked as if‘the hand of God’was going to have to figure this out himself.
Hopefully, he didn’t regret the choice he was going to make because Finn didn’t believe it would be in Graham’s favor.
That would take an intervention from God.
Clearly.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
The Pub Bathroom
Breaktime
For His Sanity
Michael needed a moment to regroup and think about what he needed to do, in order, to get past all of this.
This whole weekend had been a lot.
Oh, and that was an understatement.
He’d been on duty, and then he’d learned that Riley was trying to stalk the shit out of him.
