Page 216 of The Protective Gryphen

“I know. Can you possibly keep Gryphen busy with some manual labor?” he asked. “Like cleaning this up, and maybe more firewood? Some animal chores? He won’t be suspicious if you ask for help around here.”

That might work.

“Will he be shirtless and in a kilt?” he asked, “because, beg my pardon, but the man is hot.”

Oh, he was aware.

“Get your own kink, Graham. That one is mine,” he joked.

Oh, Graham wanted that kink of his own, but unfortunately, living here at the castle didn’t drop many opportunities into his lap.

“I think I can keep him busy for you,” he said. “There is always firewood to chop.”

“Perfect. He won’t think anything of it. Make him chop a lot.”

Honestly, he trusted Gryphen to never hurt him, and if the man wanted some eye candy, he was more than welcome to help himself.

God knew he did all of the time.

He grinned.

“Wood it is.”

“The burning kind, right?” he asked, making sure since the man did offer himself up to Gryphen.

He snorted.

“Aye.”

“Then, carry on.”

Oh, he appreciated that.

“Fake sleeping in,” Graham offered. “When Neils is done, Gryphen will be wrapping up the chores. Hopefully, it’s just a small tattoo or your surprise will be ruined.”

He already knew what he wanted to get. The man was covered in ink, and this would be his one and only tattoo.

For the man he loved.

“I can do that, and for the record, it’s his name,” he said, not telling him more. The man already saw way too much. Then again, if he somehow caught a glimpse like last night, he’d definitely see it.

“That sounds like the perfect gift,” he said.

Since he had the man there, Ian was curious.

“We just had a run in with Ceit,” he admitted. “Are there any graves on the property?” he asked.

Graham thought about it.

“I don’t know for sure. I’ve only been here a few weeks. I haven’t explored much.”

He was curious.

“Where would the furthest part of the property be? Like the property line?”

Graham considered it.

“I’m going to say it would be by the valley. This property is massive, but it stops there.”

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