Chapter 15

“Cory,” he muttered. The guy could be a jerk, but…would one of my main competitors want to win all-around gold badly enough to try to screw with my head?

Ben doubted that was it. Teammates were teammates first and competitors second. That was how it had always been.

Booger Fisher? That was possible. As an ice dancer, Booger had a flare for the dramatic. He was sweet and silly. They hadn’t crossed paths. Not yet. Ben was hoping that would change.

Maybe I should call him.

Before he could dial Booger, he got a whole series of texts from Kat.

Look at this, the first one read.

By the end of the thread, Ben had added another name to the list of possible alleged secret admirers.

It’s probably that bastard blogger trying to trick me into something. That pissed him off.

Someone at Club Gold had shown someone else Spinach Souffle’s latest headline.

Cheese Frittata.

Onion Quiche, whatever the guy’s name was.