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and a dove-gray shirt. Over the shirt, he wore a rather plain jumper in a color that was
somewhere between pearl and lavender. He could tell, by feel, that it was cashmere. It was
entirely too much, but Finch liked what he saw. He wasn’t the proper secretary in one of his
many proper and identical suits, nor was he the man relaxing on his day off in ancient jeans
and an even older t-shirt. He looked handsome. Almost pretty. And when Hugh came to stand
beside him, he looked like the sort of omega who might belong to a dragon. Finch bit his lip
hard at the thought.
“I can’t afford this, sir,” Finch said. “I’ll just wear my other clothes.”
“It’s a gift.”
“I can’t accept it. It’s far too much.”
Hugh shook his head. “It’s nowhere near enough for a treasure like you. Wear the clothes,
Finch. I like to see you in them.”
The declaration should have been criminal for the way it stole Finch’s heart, and Hugh the
kingpin when he slipped his hand into Finch’s and squeezed. Finch shuffled a little closer and
squeezed back. The sight of their reflections side by side was the truest happiness he had
ever known. It was fortunate the ball was tonight. Finch’s guard was starting to slip. But with
just hours until Hugh was swept away in a sea of Disgraces all vying for his attention, he could
afford a little weakness. It was the last chance he’d have to enjoy Hugh’s affection, and if only
for today, he would enjoy it.
* * *
Once their suits and other effects were paid for, George drove them to one of the most
expensive hotels in downtown Aurora. It was close to the lake and the upper floors all
commanded an amazing view. They ate lunch in one of the restaurants in the lobby, then
afterward, instead of leaving, Hugh led Finch toward the bank of elevators.
“Sir?”
“Come along, Finch. I have another surprise for you.” Once in the elevator, he pushed the
number for one of the uppermost floors.
“Where are we going, sir?” Finch asked, his heart pounding a staccato beat.
Hugh put his hand on the small of Finch’s back and smiled down at him. Finch was so dazzled
that he barely heard the words Hugh said.
