“For two weeks?” Ilya shrugged. “I could maybe extend my stay.” Shane plunked the vodka bottle on the kitchen counter. “You can?” “A little. Yes. If you will have me.” “I do have some other hot Russians coming to stay with me in a couple of weeks...” Ilya gasped. “Shane Hollander! You have not ever told me that I am hot before.” Shane frowned. “I haven’t?” “No. I would remember.” “Well, I mean...obviously you’re hot. Like, I-can’t-believe-I-get-to-kiss-you hot.”
