“I can’t believe no one has figured it out yet.” “Well,” Ilya said, brushing a thumb over Shane’s cheek. “I am way out of your league.” “Right.” “Who would believe you if you told them?” Shane punched his arm, then captured Ilya’s lips in a sweet kiss. He tasted like coffee and home, and Ilya really wished he didn’t need to leave. “You should quit hockey,” Ilya murmured. “Send them a text. Say you quit. Stay here with me.” “I’m not ending my career via text.” “Email, then.” “I have to go.”
