Summary:

"All I do is skate all year. Why should I go skate on your weird lake now?" "It's not weird." Ilya looked down at the ice like it had personally offended him. "It's bumpy." Shane's mouth curved, slow and knowing. "So you've never skated on a lake before." Ilya scoffed immediately. "Of course I skated on lake before." "Sure." That did it. Ilya straightened, chin lifting just a little. "In Russia, we have lakes", he said flatly. or Shane is skating on the lake at his cottage in the morning and has some thoughts about the good kind of snow.