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“I wish you’d tell me one thing you said.”“Why?” Ilya snapped, his voice loud and sharp enough to startle Shane. “Was boring. I could not say any of the things I wanted to say. I said you were a great hockey player. A nice guy. Very competitive. All of the shit that any of your teammates could have said.” Ilya sighed loudly, then continued in a quieter tone. “When you watch it, this is what you will see. Me saying nothing. I wanted to say you are fucking everything to me. Everything. Okay?”Shane swallowed hard. “Oh.”

“I love you,” Ilya murmured against Shane’s lips.“I love you too.”“But we are not having four children.”Shane laughed. “God no. Of course not.”“It would be too much. With the dogs.”“Um. I think you mean cat.”“I did not mean cat. Definitely not.”“How many dogs exactly?”“Some. Maybe one, to start. And then he needs a friend, so two. Maybe they don’t like each other so we get number three to be, um...”“A mediator?”“Okay. Maybe, yes.”“And if they don’t like that one?”“The fourth dog will—”Shane stepped out of Ilya’s arms. “No.”Ilya laughed. “One dog.”“One dog,” Shane agreed.“You will want more. Just wait.”