Then, he’d been forced to leave home to heal.
Now, he was in a foreign country, and he was face-to-face with his ex—the ex who he’d given his whole heart to ten years ago.
It was a weird day.
Really.
As he leaned on the sink, another man was nearby taking a leak in the urinal.
His back was to him, and the guy had to have been drinking a gallon of beer.
It was an impressive leak—if Michael did say so himself.
Staring into the mirror, he wanted to believe everything Finn had said. He wanted to believe that Graham had never gotten over him—the same thing Callen had admitted.
Was this one of the signs he’d prayed about?
Was God giving him a warning or a path?
He’d yet to figure that out.
When the door opened, another man came in, and saddled up in the next urinal. It was clear they knew each other, since they began talking.
Of course, the Archangel in him made sure to listen as he washed his hands for an extra long time.
Like OCD long.
“Did you call him and set up a cum dump?” the guy whispered, but it was loud enough over the piss stream that Michael could hear him.
Old habits die hard, and now, he really had his attention with that one sentence.
He was a watcher and guardian for a reason.
He was always aware of his space.
“Yeah, but there’s no callback. Are you sure he’s into getting plowed? I’ve called a few times, and it goes to a mailbox that’s full. I can’t even set up a date to get off. My balls are blue, Lad. I need his ass.”
The other man shrugged.
“I fucked him so hard in that alley that one time. He was a submissive cunt. He got on his knees, and the whole time, he cried like a pussy. Keep calling him. He’ll get back to you once he empties his mailbox. He’s likely getting laid by all the desperate men in the whole village.”
The two men laughed.
“Lucky them. I was thinking of heading up the hill to knock on the gate if I don’t hear back from him.”
The mad pisser snorted.
“It’s worth it. You buy him a few pints to loosen him up, and he hates himself so much he’ll let you do anything you want to him. You’d swear he wants to die.”
Michael didn’t look up.
When they both zipped up, they headed for the sinks to wash their hands, and he pretended to be checking out his teeth in the mirror.
And they kept talking, as if they were oblivious to a whole-ass person standing right there.
Some people had no survival instincts—drunks being at the top of the list.
“I’m jealous that you got to have him. He’s the talk of the whole place. His friend, the cop, has been rousing us all and telling the menfolk to avoid him or he’s booking us on charges. In fact, he’s out there now, so don’t say shit out there!”
