Page 131 of Breakaway Goals
“Still,” Finn said innocently, “it’s not like you’ve spent the last six years talking about him.”
Morgan let out a weak gasp of a laugh. “Also true,” he said.
Someone nudgedhimunder the table. It had to be Hayes. He was the only one who knew what Morgan was really trying to get at.
And yes, he really did need to get on with it.
“We . . .uh . . .” Morgan cleared his throat again, eyes glued to his plate. He couldn’t lift them up or look Finn in the eye, even though he should. Hayes kicked him under the table again and he managed to get his shit together.Eyes up. Mouth open.“We spent a lot of time together at that tournament.”
Finn still looked vaguely bored and totally uninterested in this journey to the past. “Okay?”
God, he was going to make Morgan say it. Out loud.Out loud. “Alotof time.”
Finn’s eyes narrowed. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“Are you saying what Ithinkyou’re saying?” Jacob asked.
Finn looked over at Jacob. “Whatishe saying?”
He hated all of them. They could all fall in the ocean, as far as Morgan was concerned. Except Hayes. He was an angel and deserved only the best things.
“I’m saying that we spent a lot of timein bed.Hayes and I hooked up at the tournament.” There he’d said it.
“I wouldn’t have put it exactly like that,” Hayes said mildly.
“You’re—” Finn looked at Morgan, then at Hayes. Like this news was taking a brain recalibration. And yeah, Morgan understood that. He’d gone through one of his own, six years ago. “Andyou.”
“Howwouldyou have put it?” Jacob asked. He put his elbows on the table and leaned forward, clearly interested.
Hayes glanced over at Morgan. “At the tournament, we did have a fling where we spent a lot of time in bed, but that’s not all it was. We fell in love.”
Morgan nodded rapidly. Hoping that this might clear up a few things and not require him to make any more personal confessions.
But Finn was apparently still stuck on the fact he wasn’t straight. “I’m sorrywhat,” Finn said bluntly. “Dad—you’venever.”
“Well, clearly notnever,” Morgan said self-consciously.
“And all these times I kept pushing women at you?”
Morgan winced. “I should have been honest that I like both.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Finn said, crossing his arms over his chest. He had the Reynolds glower down pat.
“Truthfully, I wasn’t interested in datinganyone.Not after Hayes.” Hayes’ gaze was warm on his face as he said it. Warm and approving and encouraging. It was easier to look at him than to look at Finn, who still looked—justifiably—pissed off.
“Still,” Finn said with a pout.
“What’s the point of this history lesson, anyway?” Jacob asked, a little too casually.
“We both regretted how it ended. We . . .well, it was never going to be anything. How could it have been? We were on separate teams, separate coasts—”
“And you were an asshole,” Hayes added, still smiling.
Morgan couldn’t even be mad that he was being forced to grovel in front of his son. Jacob, that was a little tougher to swallow, but he’d dealt with far worse.
“AndI was an asshole,” Morgan agreed. “But now that I’m retired, and you’re here, andI’mhere, we started talking again. Turns out we both—well, we both regretted how it ended. And we decided to give it another go.”
Finn burst out laughing. Not the best reaction to the news. Laughter had not even been in the top five when Morgan had considered how this was going to go.
