Chapter 20

And he was right. “He pushed you,” Ryan says. Dante’s smile fades, and his gaze drops to Ryan’s hand gripping the arm of his wheelchair. “I saw it from here, Dante.”

“That’s short track,” Dante murmurs, but he doesn’t sound too convinced. “Happens all the time.”

Ryan doesn’t buy it. “What’s his problem with you anyway?” he wants to know. At Dante’s slight shrug, anger soars in him, blinding him. “Dammit, you’re the best skater the club has—I’ve seen you on the ice, you’re amazing. The crowd thinks so, I think so…” Dante looks up at that, and Ryan turns away from those dark eyes that search his. Careful,he warns himself. He doesn’t want to scare off his new friend. “All I’m saying is you’re good. You knowyou’re good, everyone knows it. What, he hates you because you’re better than he is? How old is he anyway? Two?”