Page 226 of The Blame Game

“Good.” Audra gave him a small smile. “That makes me feel less guilty about leaving you.”

“Hey, none of that,” he chastised. “I’m going to miss you, but this is exciting! I’m happy for you. I think you should go live your best, most glamorous life in Paris.”

“Thank you.” She sighed, staring off into space. “I think I will.”

“And hey,” he said, smiling. “Guess where Dom’s taking me this summer? It’s that place with the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre …”

“Yeah?” Her face lit up. “Does that mean you’ll come visit me?”

He scoffed. “Try to keep me away.”

She frowned down at her burrito which still rested, untouched, in her lap. “I bet these won’t be as good in Paris though.”

“True.” Shea frowned. “But the baguettes and red wine will probably make up for it.”

She laughed. “Probably.”

“So here’s to new beginnings,” Shea said, holding out his glass again. He was going to be so shitfaced by the time they were done toasting but he’d already warned Dom he was going to have to come pick him up.

It was Dom’s turn to take care of him when he got messy.

Audra’s eyes sparkled. “To new beginnings, rich, sexy hockey players, and Paris!”

EPILOGUE

Shea stretched, yawning, and he pushed the eye mask up onto his forehead, blinking, even though the lights of the airplane cabin were dim.

“Morning,” Dom murmured.

“Morning.” Shea glanced over as he pulled himself into a seated position.

Dom looked perfectly put together, like he hadn’t spent a night on a red-eye flight to Paris.

“How’d you sleep?” Dom asked.

“Better than I ever have before on a plane,” Shea admitted. “Shit, it’s nice to actually have leg room.”

Dom laughed. “I thought you’d enjoy that.”

Shea probably should have expected Dom to buy them first class tickets. Honestly, he’d have been excited to sit in economy, even if it would have been hell on his knees.

But this was a whole new level of luxury.

There were seats that turned into a comfortable bed, incredible food, Champagne, caviar … Dom was thoroughly spoiling him and Shea was enjoying it.

Dom never acted like he thought Shea expected it, or like he was doing it because he thought he needed to buy Shea’s affection. He seemed to do it because he liked to take care of the people around him, make them as comfortable as possible.

If Dom went broke next week, Shea would love him every bit as much. Although from what Shea had seen in the joint accounts they’d set up recently?

Yeah, that wasn’t going to be an issue.

Shea leaned across the divider between their seats and kissed Dom’s cheek. “Thank you. This has been amazing.”

Dom smiled, holding him close, even when a flight attendant appeared.

After their beds had been converted back into seats and they’d been fed breakfast, the plane began its descent.

Shea watched out the window as they approached Charles de Gaulle airport, drinking in the sight of Paris spread out in the distance. The city still twinkled with lights, although the night sky was tinged pink and gold along the horizon, dawn fast approaching.

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