Summary:

Ilya leaned back against the headboard, eyes on the ceiling. Attraction was dangerous. It clouded judgment, created attachments, left openings for mistakes. He had been trained to compartmentalize: duty first, always. Emotions were liabilities and yet…
The image of Shane spotting him—close enough to feel the heat off his body, voice steady and low—lingered. The casual strength in his hands when he’d yanked the pin free. The way he’d said “good form” like it mattered, like Ilya mattered in that moment.
Ilya exhaled slowly, forcing the thoughts down. He was here for a mission, not a life. Whatever briefing came next would demand focus. Shane Hollander was a variable, nothing more. A ticket to a hockey game. A potential networking opportunity if the target turned out to be a fan. That was all.

Or: Ilya Rozanov is a sleeper agent for Russia and all is well until Shane Hollander enters his life. Now Ilya must choose whether serving his country is worth a life of solitude.