Chapter 107

Around them the loudspeakers blare to life as an announcer calls for all skaters to hit the ice. “That’s us,” Dante mumbles. “You go on ahead, Josey. I’m just going to walk Ryan to the lift, okay?”

“I know the way—” Ryan starts.

But Josey nods, thankful for something to do. “Sure,” she says, heading for the doors and the rink beyond. “See you later, Ryan. Don’t let those guys get to you, okay? Much as I’d like to see Wil suspended, I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

Ryan laughs. “I can handle myself,” he assures her. As the doors swing shut behind her, he tells Dante, “I know where the lift is, baby.” It feels good to be able to call him that, to not cower under the fear of someone overhearing the simple term of endearment.