Page 71 of The Valiant Knight
Loyal to a fault.
“Seriously, my man. Ask the pretty lady out, but be cognizant that she has some scars too. You have abandonment issues because of Rosie, and she has men issues thanks to whoever hurt her.”
Oh, he would.
When Graham heard a noise, he focused on it. That’s when he saw Gabby heading their way.
Shoving Finn into the barn, the man looked shocked.
“We have company.”
That’s when he heard her call Graham’s name. So, like any self-respecting Detective Inspector with the Polis, he tuckedhimself into the corner of the barn where he could hear and see her through a slat.
God.
He was ridiculous.
Now, he was spying on the woman like he was a stalker. He’d sunk low on this one. His dream had better be right or he was getting arrested for stalking an American.
Only, now, he knew what Graham was doing. This was the same thing they did when they were young. They’d talk to the girl to get information for the guy.
He was being his wingman.
He’d kiss Graham but he’d probably like it.
“Hey, Gabby,” Graham said, pretending he wasn’t helping the slower of the species out by getting her to talk to him.
“Oh, my God! Is that a goat?” she asked, reaching for it, and it fell over like it died.
She gasped.
“Oh, no! Did I just hurt it?” she asked. “I’m so sorry!” she said, getting scared.
He reassured her by not letting her back away. It was clear her wounds ran deep. He hoped Finn saw this and knew how to navigate it.
IFhe wanted to navigate it.
“That’s Jethro. He’s a fainting goat. That’s their coping mechanism, believe it or not, Lass. They wouldn’t survive a day out in the real world. They’d be passing out all over the place.”
To prove it, when he picked it up, it came back to life and went back to eating food.
She laughed so hard.
That was the cutest thing she’d ever seen in her whole life.
“Oh, that’s the last thing that I want on my conscience,” she teased. “Goat killer. What would I tell everyone back home?” she teased.
Graham gave her time so she could pet the goat. When she was done, he went there.
“So, how did the meet up with the detective go? Was he an asshole?” he asked, knowing the asshole in question was staring daggers at him.
A guy had to have some fun.
Right?
“Detective McKnight? No, he was a perfect gentleman. He actually saved me from taking a tumble into the one crypt. He wasn’t an asshole at all.”
He grinned.
