“Roger Crowell Rozanov.” “Stop.” “Or...” Ilya rolled on top of him, grinning. “Roger Crowell Rozanov-Hollander.” “God, that’s a mouthful,” Shane said as his heart melted into goo. “Hollander-Rozanov is alphabetical, though, so...” “Sounds worse.” “Maybe we could combine our names. Hollanov. Rozander.” “Roger Rozander. Terrible name.” “We’re not naming our kid Roger, you sack of shit!”
