Page 167 of The Long Game
Shane ran a hand through his hair, knocking half of it out of its bun. “Coach told me not to post anything.”
Anger flared in Ilya’s chest. “He’s notmycoach.”
“I know. And for what it’s worth, I hate that he said that.”
“Good,” Ilya said. Then, “I can drive back there tomorrow. My team is on the road, so. No reason to stay.”
“Yeah? God, I’d love that. I need you.”
“I will leave first thing tomorrow. After I walk Anya.”
Shane smiled at that. “I’m glad you got a dog.”
Ilya grinned back. “Me too! She is so good! I will send you more pictures.”
“Awesome.” Shane grimaced. “I feel like shit.”
“Try another Snickers bar.”
“I shouldn’t have eaten that. Or maybe I should have been eating them all along. Fuck, what am I even doing with this diet?”
“Trying to live forever, I thought.”
“With you? No thank you.”
“Eat what you want. If that is only healthy things, is fine. If you want treats, is also fine. It is your life, Hollander. Not the NHL’s. Not the Montreal Voyageurs’.”
“You sure about that?”
“I think we are both going to have to decide about that soon.”
Ilya woke up to two emails the next morning. One was from Farah, and included the statement she’d written for them. The second was from the offices of Commissioner Crowell, informing Shane and Ilya that he would be at the Montreal branch of the NHL’s offices tomorrow, and that he wanted to meet with both of them there.
Fuck.
Ilya went back to Farah’s email and read the statement. The first paragraph plainly described the events as they had happened: a video had been circulated, it had unintentionally shown Ilya and Shane in an intimate moment, that Hayden hadn’t realized what could be seen in the background when he’d sent it.
The second paragraph was more interesting.
Although having the decision to disclose our relationship made for us isn’t ideal, we would like to announce, officially, that we are in a committed, romantic relationship, and have been for several years. We wish we could have told you in our own way, but we don’t hold this unfortunate accident against Hayden.
It was good, Ilya thought. To the point, and made it clear that they weren’t blaming anyone (except fuckingBrad, but anyway).
We know that our relationship will be difficult for a lot of people to accept and understand. We have never let our personal relationship interfere with our competitiveness on the ice, and we believe our career achievements show that very clearly. We’ve always kept personal and professional separate, and we hope our teams, our fans, and the league can do the same.
Nice. Better than what he would have written himself, which probably would have been along the lines of,We’re in love and fuck you.
A text from Shane popped up as soon as Ilya finished reading Farah’s statement:Meeting with Crowell. Fuck.
Ilya:Will be ok.
Shane:You sure about that?
Ilya:Should Farah be there?
Shane:Probably but... I kind of want it to be just us? Is that stupid?
Ilya understood what Shane was saying. If things went sideways, they could involve Farah later. But this was about more than hockey, or their careers. This was personal, and Ilya, like Shane, wanted to fight this battle themselves if they could.
