“What does Rose want?” “She’s just checking in. She—hey. You’re not jealous, are you?” “No.” It was the least convincing lie ever. “Ilya. I’m gay.” “Not too gay to fuck Rose Landry.” Shane put the phone down and glared at him. “Oh my god. I only slept with her a couple of times, and they were both disasters. Believe me, she is not looking for a repeat performance.” Ilya suppressed a grin. “Disasters?”
