Chapter 44

Alex waits a beat before doing a ridiculous victory dance on the landing, fist pumping and turning in circles. He jumps off the step and reaches the cab in three strides to find the cabbie laughing at him.

“Good work, my man,” the cabbie says and gives Alex a fist bump through the partition. Alex settles in the seat, gives him his address, and replays their night over and over and over.

He thinks he could love Mahiro. He really does. And wouldn’t that wreak havoc on his life? He’d have to move, come to New York permanently, and get an apartment and everything. Yes, it would be completely bonkers, but Mahiro could be worth it.

And if he realizes an hour later as he tries to sink into sleep that he didn’t learn Mahiro’s last name, it doesn’t bother him. 9

Mahiro leans into a spread eagle that takes him sweeping across the ice, the shush of his blades echoing off the boards and bouncing around the quiet of Sky Rink, completely vacant at twenty minutes past closing on Monday night.