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Shane trudged through the newly-fallen snow outside the rink. Before climbing in, he thumped his fist on the hood. Routine.
A soft meow came from underneath. Then a shivering ball of fur rolled into view.
He picked it up and hesitated.
He punched the button for the hood. Huddled around the engine block, he found three more.
By the time Ilya joined him, the heat was blasting and Shane's lap was full.
"Surprise."
Ilya's eyebrows rose, his smile growing.
"I've already called the shelter. They're open."
"Shane... No."
"No?"
"Anya will love them."
Shane stared.
"Not helping."
"Wasn't trying to."