So, Gabby did the deed.
“When they got off of the jet after returning, Ian’s psychopath ex-lover was waiting for them. He went to shoot him, and Gryphen stood in front of him. He was shot in the back.”
He glanced over.
Wait?
What?
How did he not know about that?
Oh, that’s right.
He hadn’t reached out to Gryphen, even when the man told him to call anytime he needed him.
“Oh, no,” he said. “Is he okay? Is Ian okay?” he asked, his heart hurting for them.
Was he shocked that Gryphen protected his man at all costs?
No.
Was he horrified at what happened to Ian and what he was living through?
Yes.
She continued.
“He lived and was in a coma for a few days. It was touch-and-go for a while, but he woke up, and seems to be okay.”
He relaxed.
Marginally.
“Now, he’s at The Fort, the Blackhawk house, recouping. It was scary for the first few days. While he was unconscious, Ian was beside himself.”
Tony agreed.
“He’s getting better every day.”
Graham sighed in relief.
“He’s a good man, and so is Ian. I enjoyed their company a great deal. I’m sorry that I didn’t check in on him earlier. I wish I had.”
And that was the truth.
He missed them both, and felt guilty.
“I’m sorry that no one told you,” Gabby said, patting his arm reassuringly. “It’s been crazy for the Blackhawks trying to contain it. It was all over the news in the States.”
Oh, that was an understatement.
Graham was honest.
“It’s my fault. I didn’t ask about them. Callen likely assumed we weren’t close, but we were. I’ll be at their wedding, and I’m glad he survived. I’ll give him a call and see how he’s doing.”
Tony reassured him.
“Gryphen is tough,” he said. “He’ll be back on Elizabeth duty before long. You can’t keep the big man down.”
