Page 247 of The Protective Gryphen

That sucked for them.

Ian loved a love story, and theirs didn’t end well. It concluded with betrayal and suicide.

“That had to be it,” Gryphen admitted.

Ian had a different idea.

“Or he got hurt, and she nursed him back to life, like you did with me. We fell in love. Maybe they did too.”

“Good point.”

Ian was excited.

“We found another piece of the puzzle. We now know what broke them up and that their arranged marriage couldn’t withstand true love. We just don’t know who this is,” Ian said, holding the letter. “But we know she had to be important. He divorced his wife and saved this box.”

“Yeah, and she cursed him. Maybe this was a spell since she liked a little witchcraft.”

“You may be right,” Ian admitted.

Gryphen was honest.

“I hope that Callen finds out more. I don’t know if we’ll find out everything, but we did a good job, Nancy.”

Ian smiled.

“We’re a good team, Bess.”

Looking at his watch, he knew Ian wanted to go into the town to get more information.

“You still want to hit the pub?” he asked. “Or are you satisfied with how you solved this?”

Oh, he wasn’t done.

“We don’t know where Ceit’s body is. I don’t doubt she made that ceiling fall so we could find this. Now, we still have to find her.”

Yeah, he was afraid he was going to say that, and Gryphen knew he wouldn’t talk him out of it.

Before he could say as much, Ian wasn’t done.

“Plus, we also need to go shopping.”

He was confused.

“For?”

Ian picked up the box and was completely honest with the man.

“Another kilt. We’ll have our fucking kilt, and our wedding kilt. There should be more than one. It seems wrong to make it do double duty.”

It made him laugh.

How could it not?

“Oh, well, if Mr. Patterson is willing to sign a contract with me to officially be my slave…,” he teased.

Only, Ian wasn’t taking it as a joke.

“Draw it up. I’ll sign it,” he said, catching the man off guard. “It’ll be our second contract along with our marriage license, but be careful what you ask for, Gryph. You might have to deliver, my Lord.”

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