It would be, altogether, their eleventh NHL season of hiding. Seven seasons of secret hookups, and three seasons of being in a mostly secret committed relationship. It had been a lot of hiding. “Sure,” Ilya said. “I hate it.” “I know. Me too.” “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?”
