Oh shit. “Good morning.”
“Finn!” Scott said jovially. “Glad I reached you. I’m wondering if you have time to chat a bit this morning.”
Finn glanced at the clock on the microwave. “Sure, I don’t have to be on-site until this afternoon. What can I do for you?”
“Would you be able to come out to Mississauga for an hour or so this morning? I’d like to introduce you to Willow and Bentley, see how you get along.”
Holy shit.
Was Finn ready to do that?
Could he afford to say no?
“I know it’s last-minute—”
“No,” Finn said quickly. He might not feel qualified, or ready, or whatever, but he couldn’t let this opportunity slip by. “No, that’s fine, I’ll just get my stuff and head right to the set after.”
Fortunately he’d showered the night before, so he only had to wash his face and pull on a pair of athletic pants and a T-shirt. His skates basically lived in his car at this point. Keys, slides, extra socks shoved in his pocket.
He said a quick goodbye to Holly, slid into his car, then pulled out his phone to check the location of the rink.
He had five texts from Robbie.
Kid’s finally in bed. There was talking, tears, and Timbits. Fortunately no tantrums.
From me. The kid would never.
I’ve been thinking. Practice tomorrow?
I need to get back on the horse. And also the ice. Shake off that shitty performance so I can not disgrace us next time.
Pretty sure we know one half of the bottom two this week.
Finn bit his lip as he read that last one and saw the timestamp of late last night.
I thought being the bottom was my job, he shot back.
Not that he’d get much chance to work that job today or any time soon. Not if Robbie wanted to focus on practice this afternoon. Looked like it would be another few days waiting in agony for Robbie’s cock while having to put their arms all over each other while in public. It was fine.
Glad the kid’s okay and that YOU made it through the night without any screaming or crying ;p
See you at the rink after lunch? 1pm?
When no answer immediately came—and his messages were still unread—Finn chucked his phone into the console and turned the car towards Mississauga.
At the rink, Finn checked his phone before exiting the car and found a response from Robbie.
Pretty sure screaming and crying also in your job description, sweetheart ;)
I’ll be counting the minutes until 1. Until then—Adieu, adieu!
Finn snorted and quickly typed out,Someone thinks highly of themselves. And is also melodramatic. Until 1. Gotta run!
He’d made it halfway across the parking lot when Scott called, “Finn!” He jogged up. “Come on, the kids are already on the ice and eager to meet you.”
Scott chattered away as he and Finn laced up. “They’re great kids. Lots of potential, real go-getters, you know? They want this and are ready to work for it.”
On the ice, Scott led the way to two middle schoolers. The boy was tall and lanky with a wingspan that suggested he wasn’t done growing. His large dark eyes stood out in contrast to his light brown skin. His partner barely reached his chin, and she stood with her arms crossed and hips cocked. She eyed Finn through narrowed eyes beneath a fluffy ’fro barely contained by a scrunchy.
