Page 22 of Breakaway Goals
“What the fuck was up with what?” Morgan retorted evenly.
Danny shot him an unimpressed look. “You know what I’m talking about. You and Monty, flirting.”
“We were practicing. I gotta know what he’s capable of.”
“Yeah, but me and you aren’t playing sexy keep-away,” Danny pointed out.
That was true. Before Hayes, Morgan never would’ve been tempted to play sexy keep-away. The thought never would’ve even occurred to him.
“I already know what you’re capable of,” Morgan said dismissively.
Danny made a face. But Morgan knew his feelings weren’t hurt; he was just annoyed that Morgan wasn’t telling him what was going on. Nobody was a bigger gossip than Matt Daniels.
Morgan had hoped that shook him, but he wasn’t surprised when on the bus, Danny dropped down in the seat next to him. They’d been the first ones on the bus, so Danny could’ve picked any seat he wanted.
“You’re really not gonna tell me what’s up?” Danny asked incredulously.
Morgan rolled his eyes. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“Lie. The tension between the two of you could power a small city.”
Morgan froze, but of course Danny kept talking.
“And I already suspected about Monty, butyousurprised me. Of course you’d go for another first overall pick. Is it like some special club—”
“Matthew,” Morgan hissed under his breath, lips numb. He grabbed Danny’s arm and squeezed it, hard. “You don’t—”
“Iknow. You don’t out people without their permission. I’m not stupid.”
Morgan wanted to tell him not toactstupid then, but of course Danny kept going, because when had he ever shut up in his whole fucking life? Never, that was when.
“I don’t know for sure about Monty, of course, but the guy’s never even looked at a girl. Even when they shove themselves at him. And I figured you already knew, ’cause of the whole first overall thing and then because of the way you kept looking at him. Last night. And today.”
“I wasn’t looking at him any kind of way,” Morgan lied.
Danny shot him an unimpressed look. “So you’re in denial then.”
He was freaking out. That wasn’t denial. Not even close.
“No,” Morgan huffed out, trying to keep his temper and his wits.
“Soisit a super special first overall thing, then? Get picked first, then the chosen one agrees to fuck you? I guess I missed out. Only went sixth. Too bad.”
Morgan smacked his palm over Danny’s mouth. “God, do you ever shut up?”
Danny grinned under his hand. That was all the answer he needed.
“No, it’s not. It’s not . . .maybe it’s a little like that, only ’cause I know how he is, how he feels. But yeah, maybe it was a little . . .flirty today.”
“A little flirty?” Danny answered, sound muffled through his hand.
“It was . . .we were mostly just giving each other shit.”
“I know what that’s like.Igive you two shit. You two were on some other level. And you know what, that’s okay. It’s not a big deal.”
If Morgan could’ve predicted how Finn would react—even though he’d been using his very stupidI have a friendstory—he might not have been surprised at his son’s advice. But he didnotexpect that Danny would echo it.
“What?” Danny retorted. “Itisn’ta big deal. Considering your situation, I didn’t think you’d end up being shitty about it.”
