Page 79 of The Protective Gryphen

The man did NOT want him anywhere near the other man. Callen warned him that the man was territorial, and he understood that. At one time, Graham had fallen in love and had someone.

And that time ended.

If he ever got a chance to do it again, he was going to do things VERY differently.

And with good reason.

Since there was no arguing with the man, he was going to let him have this.

“Okay, then I’ll leave you to it. I have some things I need to handle in town tomorrow, so I’ll be gone most of the day. Do you need anything specific there?” he asked.

Ian knew exactly what he would be doing—his errands.

As for Gryphen...

Again, the man was shut down.

There was no way he was letting a dude do his shopping when he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself and the man he loved.

“No, thank you. We’ll be going into town ourselves. Ian wants a kilt or two,” he admitted. “Is there a place we should go? Maybe you can give us a name of a place you recommend.”

Gryphen didn’t want to be rude.

He just didn’t trust anyone near Ian.

As for his question, Graham did have a place where he got his kilts.

“Aye, go to McDougal’s. They have the best kilts in town. Do you need it for anything in particular?” Graham asked, just trying to be friendly so the man relaxed.

Graham wasn’t going to hurt Ian.

Or try to take him away from the man.

He wasn’t his type.

Ian wanted to lighten the mood, so at his question, he handled it.

“It’s basically for sex,” Ian admitted. “I have a kink.”

Immediately at his words, Gryphen started choking on his drink.

When Ian patted him on the back, Gryphen stared at him like he was insane.

“My love,” Ian said, “he watched you manhandle me in the castle hallway. I’m sure he knows we’re having sex. He’s not blind.”

Jesus.

What was he going to do with the man?

Gryphen just shook his head, but the dimple in his chin was there, and Ian knew he was amused.

“Hey, you Americans can do your thing,” Graham said, “but if you want to do it the right way, you go commando under a kilt, so get one you like the feel of so you’re not itchy. No one likes to explain that rash to their physician.”

Gryphen actually laughed.

“That’s sound advice. Thank you.”

When they were done eating, Graham began clearing the table, and Gryphen helped him. Ian grabbed the papers they found, and started reading over them at the island.

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