Chapter 74

“I wasn’t going to,” Bobby sneers, but his hand drifts to his own waist, forgetting the jacket, and Dante wonders where it would have landed if he hadn’t said a word. “What are you doing?”

Dante doesn’t answer. Instead he riffles through his bag, under his skates, looking for the keys he just dropped in. His fingers brush over cool metal and with a muffled jangle, he pulls them out again. As he takes the Later Skater key off his ring, he tells Bobby, “I’m leaving. I don’t need to sit here and have you gawk at me all damn day. Ryan’s waiting.”

“I thought you were going to practice,” Bobby says. When Dante tosses the key onto the desk, he adds, “You walk out now, man, don’t bother coming back. You leave like this and you’re fired.”