Chapter 50

But Josey shakes her head. “Not really. You don’t have to stay the whole time. Dante’s up for the five hundred and the thousand, I think—he’s not a distance skater. I mean, he can do it, but he’s fast and that’s what counts in the short runs. He just needs to win one of those races and he’s going to State. If he wins the five hundred, he won’t skate in the thousand.”

Frowning, Ryan looks up as the crowd erupts in fresh cheers, the current heat over. One of the skaters circles the ice, his arms in the air, grinning in victory—Ryan recognizes him as that Dietrich kid, the one Dante told him about, had his father pay his way into the quarterfinals. Ryan doesn’t like his smug air, the cocky way he bows at the crowdGet off the damn ice already,he thinks, watching the guy ham it up. Jesus, you won, isn’t that enough? Do you have to rub it in, too?