Page 77 of The Protective Gryphen

Graham knew about the ghost, and Ian was curious. He wanted him there to pick his brain and go over what they had just found.

Yes, he was obsessed.

Besides, it had to be lonely living alone in this castle, and Graham seemed to be a really nice guy.

Ian liked him, but he certainly wasn’t telling Gryphen that. He’d have a stroke.

To keep it friendly, he asked him a few questions.

“Have you been the caretaker here long?” Ian inquired, as they ate lamb, mashed potatoes, and greens.

They were delicious, and he was starving. With their bodies still stuck in a different time zone, his belly was too.

Graham took a sip of his drink and contemplated an answer for him.

“Honestly, not too long. It’s only been since Callen and Chris bought the place. They gave me a job when I came out of the military.”

That seemed to be common for them. The Blackhawks love them some soldiers.

They surrounded themselves with them.

“How did you meet them?” Ian asked.

That was simple.

“Through Saint. Jackson James was here on a book tour, and they needed extra backup for protection. You’d be amazed at how wild the ladies become when he lands in a city. Anyway, Saint reached out, and I showed up to do security.”

Begrudgingly, Gryphen admitted he was being honest.

“That’s what Callen said.”

“After that, they offered me a position here making sure the place is safe. Callen and Chris want it protected. The old girl was going to be torn down.”

That was horrible.

“Do other people come here?” Gryphen asked, more because he didn’t like people popping up and surprising him. that didn’t end well.

Graham put his fork and knife down, and shared what he knew.

“There are a few now and again. Molly comes every other day to clean the castle rooms. She will make scones, or cookies. I like cooking, but my baking is shit—unless you like eating things as hard as rocks.”

Ian opened him mouth, and Gryphen stared at him.

“I dare you. I swear to God, I’ll put you over my knee,” he stated.

Ian began laughing.

How could he not?

He wasn’t going to go there, but instead ask a question, but he loved busting Gryphen’s ass.

It wasn’t like he was wrong. He loved putting something as hard as rock into his mouth.

Gryphen’s dick.

Instead, he feigned innocence.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, Gryphen,” he admitted.

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