“Me? Oh, trust me, it was your spectacular ass that he saw. Not mine.”

Yeah, he saw something much worse, but he was taking that to his grave.

“I’ll be up. I promise.”

Because there was no way he’d let this go, and he’d already gotten him to play ghost hunter in the daylight, he gave him this.

Instead of arguing, he gave him a kiss.

“Okay, Baby,” he said.

Heading toward the stairs, he turned and blew Ian a kiss, and the man caught it.

“I love you, Gryph.”

He winked.

“I love you too, Baby.”

Then, he was gone.

So he wasn’t away from Gryphen long, Ian hurried to the library.

When he went in, he found the journal, and placed the note inside. They’d found four pages, and a good bit of information.

When he turned, Graham was standing there.

He jumped.

“Hey,” Ian said.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up and scare you,” Graham admitted. “I tend to walk lightly.”

Yeah, he absolutely was a ghost himself.

“Did we wake you?” he inquired.

The man sighed.

“No, I don’t sleep well. I was going to make some coffee, and I heard you. Can’t sleep?” he asked.

When he closed the door, trapping him in with him, that was when Ian started to panic. Now, he really wished he didn’t tell Gryphen to go to bed.

Ian didn’t move.

“Hey, are you okay?” Graham asked, seeing the man looked wary.

Graham wasn’t sure why.

From where he stood, Ian fought through the panic that was rising.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he admitted, lying.

As Graham moved closer, Ian automatically moved away from him, putting things between them.

“Are you sure? I saw what he did to you. Do you need me to call Callen and Chris, and get you away from him?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

Ian shook his head.