The man was in his forties, and his platinum blond hair was natural; it was not dyed, and there wasn't a gray hair in sight. It made him wonder why the man didn't have a line of men and women begging to spend a second with him. Finn recalled the disappointed expression on that guy's face when Prince told him their night out was canceled. Finn didn't know about Prince's relationship with the man, and it wasn't his business, since he never bothered to introduce them. Besides, Finn's only focus was on shedding his strict demeanor and having some fun.

"I feel like you're going to use that excuse a lot," Finn said.

"If it gets you to do what I want, I'll take all the advantage," Prince chuckled. "Come on, let's get you something to eat. Then I'll show you to our room so you can get settled."

"Okay, and if I haven't said it yet, thank you," Finn whispered, his voice softer now.

"It's no problem." Prince guided Finn to the restaurant and was surprised to see Roderick still sitting at the table.

"You're back," Roderick said, standing slowly. "Where did you go?"

"I had to take care of something," Prince replied evenly, then looked at Finn. "Sit and order whatever you want, and charge it to the cabin. It's E-1."

Princeton, or Prince to his friends, quirked a brow as he waited for the young man to answer his question. He had been sitting in the restaurant with Roderick, a friend, discussing business when he noticed the commotion at the front desk. Prince instantly recognized the kid’s straight back and the leather jacket he had worn the first time they met, when his son Bevin brought him home for the holidays.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t find your reservation,” Sandra, the front desk attendant, flustered, told him. 

Finn took a deep breath, and he calmed his raging emotions that were getting ready to spill out at any moment. “Please check again. I made these reservations six months ago and received a confirmation email.” He held his phone up to Sandra’s face so she could see the email with all the information, especially the confirmation number. “I even called the resort and was told everything was set. So how did you lose my information in a week?”