Chapter 65

Over dinner, Ryan’s mother goes on and on about Dante and the race, as if she were there to see it. “Amazing,” she tells them, smiling around the table at her husband and son, until her gaze rests on Dante. “You’re like an angel out there on the ice, Dante. I bet your parents are so proud.”

From across the table, Ryan sees the discomfort flicker across his boyfriend’s eyes. “That’s enough, Mom,” he says around a mouthful of spaghetti.

“We go to every one of Ryan’s home games,” she continues. “Or we did. And next season we’ll be front row center. I’m so glad he found a skating friend—”

“Mom, stop.” Ryan glares at her defiantly.

“I’m just saying,” she starts.

“Well don’t.” Across from him, Dante looks up gratefully, the hint of a smile on his face. “You weren’t there—you didn’t see it.”

His dad speaks up. “Then you tell us, son.”