Summary:

“Which one is yours?” Shane scans the ice for his daughter’s jersey number. Ilya had been really smug about it when they brought it home. She has your last name, Hollander, he’d said, let her have my number if she wants. Is better, anyway. “That one,” he says, pointing at the clump of white jerseys. “Number 81. Mila.” “Oh you’re Mila’s dad!” The woman looks delighted. “I’m Maddie’s mom. Jane.” She holds her hand out, and Shane has to bite back a grin. He takes her hand. “Shane,” he says, shaking it. “Nice to meet you.”