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David was sitting in bed reading a book on how the economic policy from the 1930s had effected the development of Medicare. The sort of thing she’d never quite understood his interest in, but loved to hear him talk about anyway. After so many years of marriage he knew what parts she would find interesting. And if she sometimes just listened to his voice get animated and not the words, it worked for them.
Yuna was moisturising her face and applying her skincare routine. “Since rookie season!”
Since they had waved off Shane and Ilya Rozanov after dinner, Yuna had found herself circling back to it. She believed it. They were so in love, and Ilya clearly knew how to get Shane through his overwhelmed moments. But it was hard to wrap her mind around.
“The summer before,” David said, not even looking up from his book. He was enjoying this.
“When did they even meet the summer before? Shane was training constantly except for when—” Yuna paused with her toothbrush halfway to her mouth.
If it were possible to stand bolt upright when you were already standing, she did. “The summer before!”
“That’s what they said,” David said placidly.
Yuna shook her head. She glared at her toothbrush, annoyed that it was distracting her from the train of thought already leaving the station. She hastily brushed her teeth and decided it would have to be made up the next day.
“David, you remember that CCM commercial Shane did?”
“Which one?”
“The summer before rookie season. The one with Roz— Ilya they did the face off commercial. I told you they only lasted half the day before they ended up dissolving into giggles,” Yuna said.
“I remember telling you that he was 18 and it wasn't going to affect his long term chances at endorsements,” he said.
“That night in the hotel I was heading down to go have a drink at the bar and answer emails. You remember there was that mix-up and I ended up a couple floors away from Shane? The elevator stopped at my floor.”
“They do that,” David said.
“Some kid must have been pressing the buttons because it was going up not down. And when it opened, it was Ilya Rozanov. He was dressed nice. You don’t think…?” Yuna said.
“Well Roz— Ilya, it’s going to take me some time to get used to that. He is one of the more fashionable players, always has been. I suppose it’s because he’s European,” David said.
Yuna shook her head. “I’m probably overthinking it.”
“I love you darling, but you usually are,” David said.
“It wasn’t that good I suppose. No one would wear even a stylish Canadian tuxedo to become…” Yuna waved her hand.
“Lovers? No. All the best couples meet when one of them is covered in sweaty hockey gear for a prank at university,” David said.
Yuna smiled. “We have a pretty good kid, didn’t we?”
“We could have done a lot worse.”