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“He would probably think I was kidding.”
“Youareknown for your pranks.”
Shane laughed. “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?” Shane said dryly.
Ilya chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “Let’s go to bed.”
“It’s four in the afternoon.”
“Yes, but when I am done with you it will be bedtime.”
“Promises.”
Ilya took his hand and pulled him toward the house. He picked up Shane’s vodka glass with the other. No sense wasting it. “And tomorrow, I am going to keep you in bed all day.”
“All day, huh?”
“Yes—bring the bottle in, yes?—and maybe the day after that also.”
“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.”
“Come upstairs. You can kiss me and tell me about Ottawa. And maybe get me off because I am fucking dying.”
Shane raced past him to the stairs. “Only if you beat me.”
Ilya laughed. “Game fucking on, Hollander.”
Epilogue
Sixteen months later—Montreal
