Chapter 44

“I’d say kiss me but that might give her a heart attack,” Ryan jokes. Still, he frowns at him—Dante’s on one of the porch steps so he’s eye-level with his boyfriend—and it’s written in his face, he wantsanother kiss, which will lead to another, and another, and Dante will never get home. “I’m going to wait until tomorrow night to tell her about State,” Ryan says, just to fill the silence between them. They’re both reluctant to say goodbye.

With a grin, Dante asks, “Just in case I don’t advance?”

Ryan swats at his shoulder playfully. “Don’t talk like that, you’re going. If I have to get out there on the ice myself and push you, you’re winning tomorrow, you got that?”

“Yes sir.” Dante snaps to attention, a brisk salute that makes Ryan giggle. “I should go.”

“You should,” Ryan agrees.