“I want to tell him. I want him to know you like I do.” “Really?” Ilya made the word as suggestive as possible. “Do you think he’d like to join us? A night away from the kids, maybe?” Shane buried his face against Ilya’s shoulder, probably to hide his blush. “Stop it.” “Or maybe if Rose Landry wants a sexual experience with you that isn’t a disaster...” “No threesomes!” Shane said. “That’s my hard rule.” “You’ve never tried it,” Ilya scoffed. “You might love it.” “When have I ever loved something I thought I’d hate?”
