“Ilya fucking Rozanov.” J.J. shook his head. “Jesus, Shane. Why?” “Because...” Shane didn’t even know where to start. Finally he just said, “He makes me happy. I know it doesn’t make sense, but he’s it for me. We’re getting married.” J.J.’s head whipped around to face him, eyes wide. “Married?” “Uh, yeah,” Shane said nervously. “So, y’know. Watch for an invitation.”
