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  1. In 2008, seventeen year old Ilya Rozanov—all 6’2” of him, smirking wolfishly around a cigarette, moving across the ice with explosive, animal energy as he barked at his teammates in Russian and gnawed at his mouthguard, all brilliant white canines and rangy grace—lands in Saskatchewan, and changes Shane’s world forever.

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  2. “What is this?” Ilya asked. “Ah.” Shane couldn’t quite meet his eyes as a faint blush crept across his cheeks. “Well, I wasn’t sure what the dress code would be for the party, so I laid out some options for us.” Ilya’s heart fucking stopped. “The… what is this, what is happening?” Ilya asked, wanting to be sure that he understood correctly. Shane’s blush intensified as he gave Ilya a small, unsure smile. “I don’t know Boodram very well, so I had to guess what the vibe would be. You were… you were in the shower for a long time and I was feeling anxious so I… Sorry, it’s so stupid but I just wanted to… I don’t know, show you I’m in?” Or, what if Shane didn't leave after their fight on Boxing Day?

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  3. Ilya let himself soften into it. He’d missed this, the simple camaraderie between teammates. He did feel lonely, but in some ways he felt safer with this team, and Shane had given him that, it was because of Shane that he moved to Ottawa. All the good things in his life curved back to Shane. Looking around, he tried to imagine him here, not Shane Hollander the hockey player, but his Shane, the man who made the darkest rooms feel like home. He felt suddenly certain that they would welcome him with love and respect. And, God help him, he was still hoping like an idiot that Shane would walk through the door. Ilya tightened his grip on his roasting stick, jaw set, trying to divert his thoughts back to the present, when a ripple went through the group. Conversation dipped, then stopped completely. “Um… what the fuck,” Dillon muttered, eyes flicking toward the house. “Is that Shane Hollander?” Or Shane decides to go get his man after seeing Ilya’s instagram post in Chap.23 of TLG.

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