Page 102 of The Valiant Knight
That made her curious.
“They did?”
He nodded.
“When Gryphen and Ian were here, they found a bunch. I know you asked about the book, so I thought I’d tell you what they found. You know, in case you wanted to get a detective to help you…detect.”
She lifted a brow.
“Trying to find us busy work together?” she asked.
He was amused.
“Maybe. He is attracted to you, and I’m trying to help his dumbass out. He always manages to find the worst women. It’s like the universe didn’t want him to ever have peace. His last three girlfriends were terrible. The last one the worst.”
This was interesting.
Should he be telling her this?
Probably not, but she was listening regardless. Anything she could find out would help her navigate this.
“He mentioned that he was interested,” she said. “I know I said I’m not a good bet, but he makes me feel like I am.”
Graham made her a cup of tea, and put it on the table. When she took it, he could already see that she was changing here. Earlier, she’d been scared, but now, she was happier.
“You absolutely are. He and I competed for a lady once. Okay, she was twelve, and a kid, but so were we,” he joked.
She sipped the tea and listened.
“He eventually won, because I didn’t care enough to keep fighting for her. Ladies aren’t my thing.”
She understood.
Someone was gay, and she appreciated him being Finn’s wingman.
“I don’t have much time here,” she admitted.
He reached for her, putting his hand over hers on the island, and when she looked into his eyes, he was blunt.
“If you’re going to leave, don’t start anything with him. Finn loves with his whole heart. He gives himself, and when the person leaves, he’s damaged even more. We’re all damaged, Gabby, but he takes it so hard.”
She patted his hand.
“I understand, Graham. I won’t start if I can’t stay. That was already in the back of my head. You’re a good friend to love him that much that you’d help him.”
He was glad to see she understood.
Pulling two plastic bags out of the island, he handed her the first one.
“Here you go,” he said.
Taking the plastic, she read over the letter, and it was beyond fascinating.
‘My dearest Duncan,
My heart beats whenever I see you, my Lord. It’s that look in your eyes, or that truly wicked grin of yours. It makes me weak.
And I’m not ashamed of that either.
