Ilya shook his head. “When will I have you for as long as I want?” Shane’s heart leapt. “I don’t know. As soon as possible?” “Yes.” Ilya leaned in and kissed him. “After I win the Stanley Cup this year, we should go somewhere.” Shane huffed. “You’re not winning that cup. And where on earth would we go?” “I don’t know. Somewhere no one knows us.” “What, like the moon?” “No, like... Fiji.” “Nope. All it takes is one Canadian tourist with an iPhone.”
