Chapter 85

Dante laughs again. “No, I’m not. God! You should see the look on your face!”

Now Ryan laughs, too—a shaky sound but at least it’s something. As he relaxes, he starts to giggle, relieved. “Oh damn,” he sighs, breathless. “I thought—shit, I was so sure—”

“Do you think I’d do something like that?” Dante wants to know, but he’s laughing as well, the mere thoughtof asking Ryan’s mother to pick out condomsfor them—

The driver’s side door opens and Mrs. Talonovich slides behind the wheel, grinning at them in the rearview mirror. “What are you boys carrying on about back there?” she asks. That just makes them both laugh harder.

In the back seat of the van, Dante leans against Ryan’s wheelchair just to feel his boyfriend’s arm pressed to his. They’re halfway to the rink before he remembers to tell Mrs. Talonovich that he won’t be practicing today. “They close at six,” he says. “I’ll just get out early tomorrow.”