Summary:

“So,” Shane said, after another minute. “Welcome to Montreal.”

Ilya just started laughing, his body shaking against Shane’s.

“Do not tell me you prepare for all your home games this way,” he said.

“I shouldn’t have prepared for any home games this way,” Shane said, glancing at the clock by the bed. He should go, but he couldn’t make himself.

 

There's a year between the ending and the epilogue of Heated Rivalry. This is it.