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Whatever happens, we’re okay.
The text had come in four hours ago, while Shane was lying on his hotel bed in his game-day suit, staring at the ceiling and trying to lower his heart rate. He hadn't known how to answer. He had typed I know, then deleted it. Typed See you out there, deleted it. Finally, he'd just sent a thumbs-up emoji.
Cowardly. Boring.
Meeting Ilya’s gaze now, Shane didn't know if they were okay. He didn't know if he would be okay if the next three minutes didn't go his way.
Shane leaves the Metros and moves to LA, all just to lose the Cup to Ilya.
