Chapter 51

“You’re in!” Josey claps as Dante approaches the boards, her braid bouncing along her back with each move she makes. “Awesome, Dante,” she gushes. “You were great.”

“It’s just a heat,” Dante replies, unbuckling his helmet. He wipes sweat from above his upper lip and frowns at Ryan. “What did he say to you?”

Before Ryan can reply, Josey rolls her eyes. “He’s just being a jerk,” she tells him.

Ryan glances at her, then at Dante, waiting. Already the other three skaters are lining up on the ice, Dietrich one of them—this is it, the 500 meter race. Dante doesn’t need to be worrying about anything but winning right now. “Nothing,” Ryan says with a shake of his head. Dante’s frown deepens, and he promises, “I’ll tell you later. Go win.”

“Tell me now,” Dante says. He leans on the boards as if he has all the time in the world to wait.

“They’re waiting for you, Dante,” Josey points out.