Page 122 of The Protective Gryphen

They took it all in.

Jesus.

There were about fifty different brooches. Before they could even get a good look, the man was off to the races. Apparently, he forgot that not everyone did this every day.

“Lastly, you want a kilt pin to keep it closed, so you’re not flashing the whole wedding, and some flashes to keep from letting the hose fall.”

Ian was overwhelmed.

Gryphen could see that.

Honestly, so was he.

“How about this? Can you help him, and then, have someone help me? I really want him to experience all of this, and he needs time to decide.”

The older man nodded.

“Aye, I can give him time to look. Let me get my son,” he said. “Aiden!” he called.

When the man came out of the back, his father explained what they needed.

“They will be wearing kilts at their wedding. Can you help this gentleman?”

Aiden nodded.

“Absolutely. Let’s go get you situated,” he said.

They divided them and each man went to work, taking care of the items.

Separately, they picked their brooches for each other, their kilt pins, and everything else they needed.

In two back dressing rooms, they got both men out of their clothes, and fitted them with the kilt in the colors they’d chosen.

Aiden worked on Gryphen, and the older man on Ian nearby. The whole time, Gryphen was acutely aware of the man talking to his mate.

He was listening to make sure he was safe.

Yeah, unfortunately, old habits die hard. Gryphen knew that Ian could defend himself since he’d been in the Secret Service, but he still wanted to protect his man.

As he was forced to focus on the younger man, he realized he was talking to him.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked. “I was thinking about the wedding,” he said, making something up.

Aiden was helping him into the shirt, and lacing it up.

“I asked if this shirt was formal enough. You said wedding, so I went with as formal as they come,” he said. “Do you want that or semi-formal? I can switch it out.”

He wasn’t sure since Ian had yet to ask.

“Baby,” he called. “Are we doing formal?” he asked. “Or semi-formal?”

There was no hesitation.

“Elizabeth is going to abscond this wedding, so assume to the nines. You know how she is. It’ll be at a fancy place.”

Yeah, that was a good possibility.

Ian definitely wasn’t wrong. Honestly, they were going to let her do whatever she wanted for two reasons. The first was because Elizabeth loved planning a party.

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