Ian handed him the bag he’d been clutching.
“Sure,” Ian said, as the warm whiskey drink warmed him up.
Gryphen pulled it out, and he’d noticed that he’d bought a bunch of sheets, and each one was hand stamped by the shop.
It had Ravensmire Castle at the top, and inside the bag were some nice pens.
“I wanted to give our guests something to remember the wedding at the castle. I asked Elizabeth last night, and she said we can have it there. I picked different colors and styles of stamping so she can help me choose. She’s going to plan it for us.”
He smiled.
“Oh, I can’t wait to marry you here,” he said. “If only a man could get some sexy guy to pop the question,” he purposely offered, and it worked.
It made him laugh.
“Again? Really?”
Gryphen winked at him.
“Sorry, but I’m consistently thinking the same thing, and it’s mostly getting you locked down.”
He heard the tension.
“Are you upset about me wandering away?”
Gryphen kissed his knuckles.
“Yes, but not at you. I shouldn’t have left you. I ran into the jeweler when I saw Graham, and I shouldn’t have.”
Oh, shit.
He hoped Gryphen didn’t know about the ring that Graham was picking up for him.
Now, he had to play dumb.
“Oh, you ran into him?” he asked, fishing.
“Yeah, he was running errands, and we got to talking about some things.”
“Anything in particular?” he asked.
“Just about the ceiling collapsing, what we found in the rubble, and how wild the sex was last night. Nothing really.”
He lifted a brow.
“Uh, the last part is something.”
He kissed him on the forehead lovingly.
“He asked if I had a brother. Nothing more. I told him I wasn’t sure, and had to explain that. Then, I got distracted in the wedding ring section of the shop…”
Gryphen wiggled his eyebrows.
Ian knew they needed to change the topic and fast as he hoped his surprise was still intact.
“Well, thank you for coming and saving me. It seems that you’re really good at it,” he admitted.
“Hey, that’s what you wanted in our relationship, right? I’m just proving I can do it.”