“I need to stay here. Like sleep here.”
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“You were just ready to hide in your flat. Now, you’re moving in?” he asked.
He was curious.
“Do you think the owners would mind? Can I have a room?” he asked. “Preferably a room right next to hers.”
He laughed.
“Tony is in that room. Are you kicking him out?” he asked.
Damn.
That was a problem.
Graham saw the man’s distress and took mercy on his poor, sexless soul.
He reassured him.
“Callen told me to take care of Tony and Gabby, and give them whatever they needed. They are family to the Blackhawks. If Gabby has a chance at healing…”
He stopped him.
“What do you mean, healing?” he asked, not sure what he was talking about.
Oh, boy.
Damn it.
He’d screwed up.
“Maybe that was the wrong word,” he said, trying to cover his ass on this one.
He stopped him.
“That’s bullshit. What did you mean, Laddie? Spill it. My dream told me that she’s my wife, and you know something that I don’t know. I need to know. Now.”
He laughed.
“My dude, it was a dream.”
And it felt real.
Finn was a big believer in reality, but the second he touched Gabby while he was awake, he knew.
She was the one.
“Tell me.”
Well, he hoped the man could keep his mouth shut and not say a word about this.
“Tony told me that she was divorced. Gabby was married to an abuser for a few years, and it wrecked her. She’s jumpy with men.”