We are engaged.” Ilya was still getting used to saying those words aloud. To believing them. “Then Shane Hollander is a lucky man.” Ilya was in danger of crying, so he wrapped Wyatt in a hug to hide his face. “Thank you,” he said. “No problem.” Wyatt patted him on the back. “Just try not to make your wedding day the same as Harris and Troy’s, okay? I don’t want to have to do a lot of running around that day.” Ilya laughed, and then sniffed. “Okay, Hazy.”
