Summary:

“Some of the guys are being pissy because we’re doubled with other teams.” She clarifies. “For instance, you-”

Checking her clipboard, Tasha snorts in amusement. “Guess the league has a sense of humor, even with this clusterfuck. You’re rooming with Boston’s Rozanov.”

Shane doesn’t have to fight to keep his expression neutral; his brain having shorted out completely at the thought of spending the next three days in a hotel room with Rozanov.

“Oh. Ha.” he says belatedly, when he realizes Tasha must be expecting at least some kind of reaction from him. “Hope he doesn’t snore.”