“So how was he?” Shane asked. He was sprawled out on his hotel bed, completely exhausted after the game. “So cute, Shane. You should see him!” “What?” Troy Barrett was an attractive man, sure, but that was an unexpected reaction from Ilya. “He licked my face with his little tongue!” “Uh.” “His ears are so floppy, and he is so soft. I wanted to carry him around all practice.” Oh. “I meant Troy, idiot. Not the puppy.” Ilya huffed. “Who cares? Puppy was great. His name is Chiron. He is black and small and—” “Okay. Puppies are cute. Agreed. But what was Troy like?” “Was fine. Quiet. Whatever.”
