He was curious if Graham had even worried about him, or tried to look.
Oh, well.
It didn’t matter.
That boat had sailed.
For all of the years apart, Michael had been chasing his own demons. All that he wanted was for someone to save him. After all, he’d been sinking in the mire too.
He’d been dying from the heartbreak. That day, he’d lost his best friend, his backup, and the love of his life.
But no one had ever saved him.
No one had ever jumped in and pulled him back from the brink.
No one.
It was exhausting always being the savior, and never the saved person.
Truthfully.
Because he figured he wouldn’t remember this, Michael was honest.
“I wish you would have come after me,” he said. “I wish you would have thought about me. I can’t be sure you ever did, Graham. I can’t trust my heart to another man who will break me. I’m done being hurt when all I’m doing is trying to hold onto love.”
The man didn’t move from his fetal position.
And that said it all.
What wouldn’t he have given if Graham raced to the base and stopped him from getting on that transport back to the US?
He would have given all.
Getting up, he turned down the lights, and placed a wastepaper basket by the side of the bed in case Graham woke and was sick.
Then, he headed out, leaving the man alone.
What he needed to get over this was the priority now in his life.
Time.
And.
Space.
Once back in the kitchen, he found Finn sitting there, waiting for him.
The man was parked at the island, and Gabby was nowhere to be found.
“Uh, are we missing someone? What happened to Gabs? Did she run away?”
Finn was honest.
The second Graham was carried upstairs, he sent his fiancée the hell out to the car.
This place…
It had been a nightmare for him.
