Summary:

Ilya's smile widened. He started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt with one hand, squinting down at them. "Please don't strip in front of this bar." "'s too hot," he muttered. "Stupid humid Florida. Was nice in the morning. Now I miss my dreary Canada." "Well, don't worry. It's waiting for you. All 10 degrees of it." "With you there, you make it 10 degrees hotter." He tried for a wink. It didn't fully land. Shane really wanted to kiss him. "Okay, Romeo." Ilya is out of town celebrating Svetlana's birthday, leaving Shane to parent the kids by himself for the weekend. How hard can it be.