“Is he your husband?” Ruby asked. Ilya flinched, nearly making Shane’s brush slip. “No.” “Are you his husband?” “That’s not how—” Shane said, then stopped himself. “We’re not married.” “Are you going to get married?” Shane locked eyes with Ilya, and Ilya saw the silent plea for help in them. “Do you think we should?” Ilya asked. “Do you love each other?” “We’re friends,” Shane said stiffly at the same time Ilya said, “Yes.” Jade grabbed her sister’s arm. “We could have a wedding today!”
