Summary:

“Seeing you smile like that, it makes me want to give you all of this,” he called out, making a sweeping gesture across the ice.

Shane turned back to look at him, eyes bright, and laughed. “Canadian Tire Centre? I know you’re rich, Rozanov, but an entire arena is a pretty big real estate investment.”

Ilya pushed off, skating to a stop in front of him, knowing his expression had morphed into something serious. “Hockey, Hollander. It should have been yours.”

Or, everything that happens when your dreams don’t come true.