“I didn’t tell you,” Ilya said, “about after the NHL Awards.” “After?” “Yes. I went out. With Scott Hunter.” Shane missed the next pass. “What do you mean?” “There was a club having a Scott Hunter night, whatever the fuck that means.” “A club? Like...” “A gay club. Yes. So I thought I would go.” “I’m sorry. You went to a gay club in Las Vegas with Scott Hunter?” “And his boyfriend. Yes. Nice guy.” Shane’s brow pinched. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Ilya shrugged. “I forgot.” Which wasn’t true at all. He just wanted to see this exact expression on Shane’s face. Ilya privately thought of
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