Would there ever be a good time to tell him? Probably not. But he was going to want to know who the lucky woman was, and Finn had brushed off every potential alibi for weeks on end. Shit. He was really,reallybad at this.
Will let go of Finn and strode ahead into the kitchen, where a pancake production line had been established.
Linc leaned close to Finn’s ear. “You’re really fucking bad at this, man.” He shook his head. “For someone who’d wanted this for years, you could have done a better job at planning ahead.”
Russ chuckled behind him. They weren’t wrong. Austin sat at the table, reading a book about Buddhism or some Zen-shit, he lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow. Finn shook his head.
“At least tell me you got laid, man.” Russ tugged on the tie hanging around Finn’s shoulders. He had made his way home in his crinkled game night suit. “You definitely have that just-fucked glow in those pasty Irish cheeks of yours.” Russ patted Finn’s chops with open palms.
“I hate you both right now.”
“Us?” Russ jerked a thumb between him and Lincoln. “You love us.”
Finn dropped his head into his hand. “I’m so fucking bad at this. I should just tell him, right?” He stepped forward, but Linc and Russ each grabbed an arm and frog-marched him back a few paces.
“Wrong. Absolutely not. Bad plan.”
“Fucking suicide. Don’t be a dumb shit.”
Finn shook his head. “The guilt is real.” He rubbed at his chest in a bid to erase the tightness.
Will had claimed a tall stack of pancakes in the kitchen and sat next to Austin drizzling maple syrup and dumping fruit and crispy bacon onto his plate. “Celebratory breakfast of champions!” He toasted no one in particular with his fork.
Finn’s heart pinched. He pressed down the guilt in his chest. The guys were right, he’d need Molly on board before he even considered taking it to Will. He couldn’t do it behind her back. Never mind Will killing him, Molly would get there first.
Finn patted both his friends on their shoulders. “Moment’s passed. I’m good.” He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate as Seb flipped another pancake. “Austin, you having pancakes?”
“Y sont sans œufs,” Seb called over his shoulder as he slid a pancake onto a plate.
“D’accord. Merci.”
“What did you use instead of eggs?” Will was barely swallowing his pancakes as he shoveled them into his mouth.
“Oil because we had it. I’d have used apple sauce if we didn’t.” Seb gave a nonchalant shrug as though it was no big deal, but Austin always appreciated people going out of their way to ensure he didn’t die.
“Awkward fucker. How do you survive? I don’t think I’d last a day if I was allergic to eggs.” Linc kicked the end of Austin’s foot.
“There are lots of things you can use instead of eggs.” Austin closed his book and placed it on the table in front of him. “And this is how I survive.” He slid his epi pen out of his pocket.
“I wasn’t really asking.” Linc rolled his eyes and accepted a plate of pancakes from Russell.
Austin shrugged.
“I’m going to shower – I bet poor Seb will still be flippin’ pancakes by the time I’m done.” Finn turned to head upstairs when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it.”
The team were fighting over each pancake as they cooked. Sébastien had pans on all four rings of the stove and was pouring batter and flipping like it was his job. Finn shook his head and opened the door.
Bang.
He flinched before realization hit that it was a confetti cannon. Colored paper rained over his head onto the floor. She’d gotten him again. Minx. She waited for him to meet her gaze before she flipped the hollow tube, letting it drop to his feet with a clunk.
With a grin on her face she bent to pick up a large package at her feet and pushed her way past him. “Walk of shame, eh?” She tossed him a wicked wink. “Still in last night’s clothes. I hope she was worth it.”
She didn’t wait for an answer before making her way into the foyer. “I have caaaaaake!”
There was complete silence for a beat before a couple of the team trickled from one feeding station to another. Molly pulled a sheet cake from the bag in her hand.
“Did you say you had cake?” Russell and Linc walked toward her, forks in hand, scooping piles of pancake into their mouths.
