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It has no end.
God.
For a few long minutes, you can only hear our heavy breathing as we both attempt to recover.As my vision clears and my senses return, so does my ability to speak.
“Damn that was hot.”
“It was,” she says with a small laugh.
She lifts her head and our eyes meet.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I tell her for the millionth time.
“I never thought it was possible to miss someone before you even leave.”
“I’m in the same boat, Dom.”
“I don’t think I’ll survive the next two weeks,” she says softly.
“I already know I won’t.”
CHAPTER 34
Roderick
Epilogue
Two years later
“Christmas Eve is so magical,” Dom sighs, allowing her head to fall on the headrest.
“It is,” I say looking at her.
“It’s been such a busy year, I’m looking forward to seeing everyone. And I’m also looking forward to not working.”
“Same here.”
“I’m exhausted,” she complains.
“As much as I love how our companies have grown in leaps and bounds, I have to admit, it’s been a draining year and December’s breakneck pace was unbearable. Thank God for the holidays!” I say.
“Ten days of chillin’ and relaxin’. I can’t wait!”
I hired a chauffeured car for the trip to Long Beach. We’re catching the helicopter for the fifteen-minute flight to Catalina Island. I have a private charter waiting for us. My brothers, Loki, Jace, Beckett and Holt chartered a yacht yesterday, but I needed an extra day.
“Neither can I.”
She brings her hand to my cheek, her finger running against my trimmed beard. “The best part is, I get to spend more time with you.”
I grab her hand, bring it to my lips and kiss it. “I’m going to milk these next few days because who knows, come January, my girlfriend might be too busy for me.”
“Nonsense,” she giggles. “You’ll always be number one.”
“You say that now, but when you’re an award-winning music video director, you might change your tune, blondie,” I wink.
“Never!” she affirms.
Joel’s tour across America was a smashing success. This was a major game changer for Holt’s company. Joel’s band played to sell-out arenas and stadiums from coast-to-coast. Dom captured every riveting and showbiz-worthy moment. The members of Brawn Impulse even went back to Woolwich, London to retrace their humble roots. Dom followed them. She pieced together a documentary tracing the journey of a bunch of guys with big dreams who started life in the dumpster. The parallel with my own life is uncanny. The documentary was received to acclaimed critique. On the night of the premiere, there wasn’t a dry eye in the theatre. When the documentary ended, Dom and the band received a standing ovation. Well deserved. Dom extracted parts of the two-and-a-half-hour long documentary and compressed it into a shorter version for television, cable and other specialty channels. The strategy was a winner.‘Shattered Windows’was nominated for a Golden Globe Award at the upcoming January ceremonies. There are even rumors of a possible Emmy Award. I couldn’t be more proud of my girl.
