Page 113 of On Thin Ice

“So,” Morgan said, after he’d examined the menu, his grayish-green eyes taking in the list of specials and then dropping it to the table, “how’s that guy, Finn?”

Finn had been taking a long drink of water and choked.

“What guy?” he asked, after he managed to get his breath back, even though he knew perfectly well who his dad was referring to.

Jacob.

“You know. The one you wanted to be dating, that you weren’t dating yet.”

“Uh, well . . .”

“You said you wore the Burberry suit,” Morgan said, leaning forward, looking very interested in the answer. “Did you overcome his scruples?”

“Uh, yeah,” Finn said.

Jacob smothered a laugh. Finn told himself that was better because if Morgan looked over at him, he’d know the truth in an instant.

“Good for you,” Morgan said, patting him on the shoulder supportively. “A chip off the old block. A Reynolds doesn’t take no for an answer.”

“Is that your dating philosophy?” Jacob asked, and Morgan glared at him.

Finn considered reminding them both about the no blood policy.

“I don’t want to hear my dad’s dating philosophy,” Finn said, hoping they could change the subject. Morgan wasn’t ready to hear the truth.Hewasn’t ready for Morgan to hear the truth.

Morgan’s grin was shark-like. “Don’t tell me you want to hear about it, Braun?”

Jacob shuddered and that didn’t feel faked at all. “Ew. No. Please stay far away from my dick.”

Finn considered bringing up that Morganwouldn’tbe interested in Jacob’s dick—and that he shouldn’t be anyway, because that would be super gross—but instead he settled for an attempt to change the subject.

“So whose idea was it for you two to sit together?” he asked casually.

“Mine,” Morgan said and Jacob rolled his eyes which Finn took to mean that it had actually been Jacob’s idea.

Interesting. He was going to have to ask Jacob about it—but only after he got him naked and they shared at least a pair of orgasms.

“It was convenient,” Jacob said.

The waitress appeared then and took their orders, and it was easy enough for Finn to direct the conversation back towards the game.

“Anyone might’ve missed that shot,” Jacob offered after she’d brought their drinks.

Morgan looked like he didn’t believe that, not entirely anyway, but he didn’t say anything. For which Finn wasverygrateful.

“The center was taking most of the shots, before that, and I was sure he was going to pass it to him,” Finn said. “Made a calculated decision. Except it wasn’t right.”

“That happens,” Jacob said warmly, supportively.

“Does it?” Morgan asked innocently.

“You know it does,” Jacob retorted. Finn could tell he wanted to say something along the lines ofhappened enough times between the two of us.But he gave Jacob major props for not doing it.

“That was actually a pretty sick move he made,” Morgan said. “I didn’t expect it either.”

Finn decided that was probably the closest Morgan was going to get to agreeing with Jacob. To supporting Finn.

He was never going tonotcare what his dad thought. He was Morgan Reynolds, sure, so it was easy to look at him and think,this guy really knows what the hell he’s talking about, but it was more than that, too. Morgan was his dad, and despite all the ways Morgan could be a complete asshole, Finn loved him. He’d been the most consistent force in his life for what felt like all of it.

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