He had to see what was going on.
The man deserved that.
At.
Least.
Because of Graham’s words, he’d keep him safe, even if he could never love him back.
Oh, don’t get him wrong, his heart wanted to, but Michael was twice burned, and he was now officially gun-shy.
Losing his heart again…that wasn’t the plan. There was no way he’d survive it.
Graham broke it the first time.
Riley decimated it with betrayal.
Honestly, he wasn’t sticking around for Graham to give him the killing blow.
“Thank you for telling me about what’s going on here,” he admitted.
Finn wanted the man to be ready for what was coming. He’d only been here a few hours, and already, he was being pulled into the fray.
It was going to be interesting.
And dangerous.
It was clear that the two dead men were interested in Michael for some reason. Up to that point, they helped, but not physically to save someone.
That also freaked him out because that meant they were strong dead guys.
What the hell else could they do?
That was the question.
In case he needed him, he pulled a card from his pocket, and handed it to Michael.
“Here’s my cell number. Call if you need me. I can come back.”
He took it.
Gratefully.
Oh, and don’t think for a single second that he wouldn’t call in for backup if he needed it. He knew snipers, war, and bombs. He did not know how to do dead people.
That was not his jam.
“Thank you, Finn.”
The man nodded.
Then, he got up, and placed his glass in the dishwasher.
On his way past him, he patted the man on the back in solidarity.
“Good luck. Just be safe. That dark spirit is a bitch to deal with, but Ceit, Duncan, and Ciarán will most likely leave you be. If they already helped you, there’s a reason. We just have to figure out what it is.”
Well, he hoped so.
