Page 191 of The Blame Game

Dom usually tried to find excuses not to go when the team went to a gay club but the times he hadn’t been able to get out of it, he’d felt horribly exposed. Like someone was going to take one look and go, “Ah-HA, I knew you were one of us!”

Kate had been right.

Now that Dom and Shea had been spotted in public together and nothing new had come out about their relationship lately, JockGossip had moved on to other things. The latest was some baseball player who’d been caught using amphetamines and Dom was hoping that he and Shea could finally fade into relative obscurity other than whatever attention came from this playoff run.

And although Dom was disgusted by the public’s need to know every tiny piece of his personal life, it was nice to know that now he didn’t have to skulk and hide anymore.

He looked around the club at all of the happy couples, silently wishing them well and wondering if maybe he should take Shea here sometime.

Did Shea like dancing? Dom had no idea. But he couldn’t wait to find out.

“Huh. So it looks like we’re going up against Carolina next,” Felix said, staring at his phone.

“Oh shit, really?” Dom leaned forward to peer at his screen.

“Yep, they just beat Washington in triple OT.”

Matty gave a fist pump. “Good, I hope they’re totally gassed.”

Dom snorted. “Well, we can always hope.”

“Shots, boys!” A waiter sashayed up with a tray of drinks and Dom groaned when he passed them out. “On the house.”

“I thought we weren’t going overboard tonight,” Dom said to the table.

Jesse flashed him a grin. “Maybe you’re not.”

He blatantly eyed the waiter as he stole a shot with a wink.

“Hey, no hitting on the waitstaff,” Dom reminded Jesse, kicking him under the table. “It’s rude when someone is working.”

The waiter shot him a smile, but shrugged, passing one of the shots to Dom. “For him, I might make an exception.”

Dom reached for the shot. “Please don’t reward the egomaniac. He’s already insufferable.”

Jesse smirked. “Hey, I got a shutout tonight. I deserve to be cocky.”

“Damn, really?” The waiter looked impressed. “I’m off in twenty minutes and I know a quiet corner, if you’re into that.”

He turned away with a flirty wink.

“I’m into it allll,” Jesse called after him.

Dom snorted. “Yeah, I could tell. You were all over Connor O’Shea earlier.”

“Fuck you. He crashed my net!” Jesse protested. “I was just … momentarily stunned.”

“Mm-hmm,” Dom said skeptically.

“Well, whoever you screw around with, if you get caught and end up in JockGossip, it’s your fucking funeral, man,” Dustin said with a sigh.

Jesse grinned. “I’ll take my chances.”

Dom’s head swam a little when he let himself into the apartment in the wee hours of the morning.

God it was late. Horribly late, and he was grateful Gilly had given them the day off tomorrow.

He’d probably get up with Shea when he got up for work, then crash for a few hours.

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