Page 3 of The Defiant Curse

Trust and believe.

As they sat down, getting ready to eat breakfast on what they believed would be a run-of-the-mill morning, Michael was lecherously checking out his husband’s ass as he was cooking for them.

Yeah, he should have known it was too easy a morning and that a storm would be brewing shortly. It was all too perfect.

Truth be told, the shit hit the fan when you least expected it to happen.

Still, for him, he was happy.

Yeah, it was a good day in his world.

What they had…

There was nothing as powerful as love, and he’d learned that.

Love was the foundation to happiness.

When he’d left working for Archangel Security, he really believed that he’d miss it, but that wasn’t the case.

Luckily for him, again, love mattered, and he’d been given the role of a lifetime as co-caretaker of Ravensmire.

Now, he’d just begun working for the Blackhawks in another capacity.

He was guarding another body—his husband’s, as they babysat a very old castle.

That he and his husband were caretakers together was a pretty sweet gig. In life, you rarely got lucky like this, not once, but twice.

Yeah, that made him smile like a lunatic, he was sure.

“I can feel you staring at me, Laddie,” Graham stated in amusement.

Oh, well, of course, he was.

He wasn’t an idiot.

So, Michael laughed.

“Well, in my defense, you’re IN FRONT of me, and that’s the way my head points naturally. Also, this morning before coffee was pretty spectacular, Mr. Graves. I’m reminiscing about the show you put on in our bed.”

That was NOT an exaggeration.

At his very lecherous commentary, Graham laughed and turned. As he did, there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and he understood that sentiment.

It had been deliciously wicked.

Maybe wicked wasn’t a good enough word. It had been filled with heat, passion, and all the things that got a man going, and kept him going.

Oh, and they’d still be in bed if they didn’t have animals to tend. They’d just taken on two more horses, and they not only had to be ridden, but fed.

Hamlet and MacBeth were feisty when they didn’t get their food. Then, they got Romeo and Juliet all worked up. So, sexy husband time had to wait.

“You don’t say?” he asked, leaning against the counter with a spatula in his hand. “If you think that was a show…wait until later, Laddie. I’m going to give you more than a show. Thank God the walls can’t talk.”

That made him all giddy.

His new husband was all about driving him all kinds of wild, and Michael was there for it.

All.