Ilya rolled his eyes and took the paper from Ryan. “He’s not going to tell anyone, Shane. Fucking relax.” He shot Ryan a questioning look that said you’re not going to tell anyone, are you? “No. I won’t tell anyone. That you’re, um...” “Making out at work? Yes. That would be bad,” Ilya said with an amused grin. Shane looked like he would never smile again. “I don’t know what I see in you,” Shane grumbled. “Yes. You say that every day.” Ryan couldn’t help but smile at them. Suddenly things made a lot more sense.
