“We could tell her, maybe,” Ilya said. “Tell her what?” “About us.” “What? Today? Now?” Despite the summer heat, and his blood still churned up from the run, Shane suddenly felt icy cold. Ilya shrugged easily. “She probably knows already.” The panic alarm that lived inside Shane started blaring. “Why would she?” “We are together at your cottage. You are gay. I am hot.”
