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    What if Shane doesn't go back to his room after the infamous Vegas penthouse suite night? What if he finds himself at the bar with other hockey players and what if Ilya gets a call from Marly telling him this.

    What if they both realize how much they've been hurting each other? What if they actually talk?

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    “Rozy!” Cliff shouted through the phone and Ilya winced. “Where did you go? You have to get back down here.”

    Ilya sighed, rolling his eyes. “I have flight in the morning, Marly. I know what you look like drunk. I do not need to come see.”

    “Come on, Roz,” Cliff almost whined. “Even Hollander is down here holding up the bar or maybe it’s holding him up. Kinda hard to tell at this point. Gonna let him be the life of the party when you won the fucking award?”

    The fog in Ilya’s brain shifted and scattered at the name.

    Ilya’s stomach sank.

    Fuck.
    Fuck.
    Fuck.

    “How many has he had?” Ilya asked, pushing himself up from the bed, glancing around the room until he saw his dress pants and shirt still on the floor by the end of the bed.

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    14 Jul 2026

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    Yes

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    Anyway, Shane didn't remember exactly what was in the folder ... But he knew they were all good shots of him.

    He hastily clicked open the folder, his eyes barely glancing through the dozen or so shots there, vaguely registering a picture with a sunset background from his condo balcony, something of him laughing, a picture of him working at his laptop with his glasses on...

    The director called him again, and he shook his head, the photos blurring. Whatever. It would have to do.

    He clicked "select all," then the messages icon, then Rozanov's name. Hit send.

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    Or: When never-hooked-up Shane and Ilya have to collaborate on a league charity project, Shane accidentally sends Ilya a nude.

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    14 Jul 2026

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    Perfection

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    After leaving behind his last job, Ilya threw himself into a new profession: making and selling all things one can pickle. His week revolved around the Sunday farmer's market. Everything seemed simple and predictable until a new vendor arrived late in the season.

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    13 Jul 2026

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    Shane comes down the hall, hands shoved in his pockets, making eyes at Ilya that beg "please behave" and behind him is Rose Fucking Landry. The actress. The woman Ilya had seen in the club, her hand up Shane's shirt. The woman Shane had fucked. Twice.

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    12 Jul 2026

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    David’s first thought is, I need to tell Yuna.

    His third thought is, if I out my son I will lose his trust forever.

    In between those two thoughts is holy fucking shit that was Ilya Rozanov.

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    12 Jul 2026