Bullshit.
Instead of arguing, Gryphen leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
“I love you, pervert,” he said when he broke the kiss.
Oh, Ian felt the same, and when he brushed his erection with his hand, Gryphen lifted a brow.
Oh, they’d be taking this up later.
Seriously.
“Sorry,” Ian said. “He distracts me. What were you saying about Molly?” he asked.
Graham finished.
“She hasn’t had to clean much,” Graham said. “Just the dust from construction. Work is off until the end of next month. Callen and Chris are waiting on permits from the town, and supplies to arrive.”
Ian was curious.
“Is this really going to be a bed and breakfast like Elizabeth thinks?” he asked. “Because it’s not giving that vibe.”
He actually laughed.
“If I tell you that, Callen will skin me alive. He felt something here that connected him to Ravensmire. When he bought it, Saint was here to tour it. He warned the man that his wife was going to murder him. I can say he intended it to be one, but sometimes, what we intend, and what happens are two different things.”
Yeah, they understood that.
Now, it was Graham’s turn.
“Will it bother you if I come and go?” Graham asked. “I can keep it to a minimum. I normally start the fires, and chop the wood in the morning.”
The answer was yes.
He wasn’t mincing words.
“I’ll handle it,” Gryphen said. There was NO freaking way he was letting another man chop his wood, especially when his boyfriend thought that was hot.
Gryphen wasn’t insane.
That was opening a door to something he wasn’t letting happen.
“How much do we need for the day?” he asked. “So I can make sure it’s done.”
He told him.
Well, then, it looked like there were castle chores that needed to be handled.
Graham felt bad for letting the man do his work. This was, after all, his job.
“Well, if you do that, I can make breakfast,” he offered.
Gryphen shut him down.
Again.
“Actually, I have that too. I like cooking for Ian. It’s one of the things I enjoy, so if you don’t mind…”
Graham got it.