Page 118 of Hold On

The ride back seemed quicker than the ride there, but maybe that was because Dominic felt so much lighter. Belief was smothering doubt. Asquith was closed when they got back and no one was around when they pulled up in the garage.

“Pizza? I spotted a couple in the freezer,” Ren said.

“Sounds good.”

“We should put all the knives back.”

“You’re right. Let’s hope we find them all.”

“How many did you hide?”

“I can’t remember.”

When they had a pile of knives, Ren frowned. “I really thought I’d hidden more.”

“Theo and Col will freak out if they suddenly come across one in the shower or something.”

Ren gaped. “The shower. That was it.” He hurried off and came back with two more.

Dominic slipped the steak knives back into their slots, then added the other knives and there were no spare places. Ren came up behind him, wrapped his arms around Dominic’s waist and pressed his face into his shoulder.

“Now you can start to live,” Ren whispered.

“I need to get a job. Think about what I want to do.”

“You have a job. Unpaid, but it’s a job. And you’re perfect for it.”

Dominic chuckled. “Yes, Master.”

“We can think about the future, but not today, nor tomorrow. Tomorrow we’re going somewhere fun and we’re going to have a day not worrying about anything, except perhaps breaking a leg.”

“What?”

“I’m kidding.”

But doubt had crept back in. He was an idiot for believing Kilic, but he had to behave as if he did or life wouldn’t be worth living.

The following day, when Dominic took in the size of the place they’d pulled up outside, he wondered what they’d come to. If there’d been a sign, he’d missed it.

“We can take in the helmets and gloves. There are lockers,” Ren told him.

“Where are we?” The glass and steel building was shaped like a slice of cake laid on its side. High at one end and sloping all the way to the ground. It looked amazing.

“It’s a snowdome.” Ren grinned at him. “Well, not a dome and not totally real snow, but…”

“Snow?”

“I didn’t know if you’d had chance to be in the snow.”

Oh God, Ren. You’re breaking my heart.Dominic bit his lip as he shook his head. “I watched snow falling through the window on three occasions in all those years. But we weren’t allowed out in it.”

A lump formed in his throat.

“I’ve hired warm clothes and helmets and—”

“Why do we need helmets?”

“Because we’re skiing.”

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