Summary:

“What?” Shane’s lip twitched slightly, the most antagonistic expression he could ever muster. “You thought I was just gonna start handing over wads of cash?”
"Maybe leave it on the nightstand," Ilya said, shrugging. Shane’s jaw clenched and Ilya held his hands at his sides instead of touching the tight muscle.
“We’re going to do this the right way,” Shane said. Ilya sucked back laughter. There was no right way to do something this crazy, no standard procedure to follow, but he was curious what Shane would come up with.

The reigning NHL MVP can't afford the rehab he needs after getting in an off-season car wreck. Shane adds Ilya Rozanov to his investment portfolio.