Chapter 142

There’s a buffet table along one wall, filled with sausages and eggs and fruit, but no one’s in line yet. “I don’t think so,” Josey says. Turning to Dante, she smiles brightly, glances at Ryan, back at him. Lucky me,he thinks, and beneath the table he squeezes Ryan’s knee. “Okay, so last night? Remember I told you I can still skate?” At Dante’s nod, she continues. “Wil threw a fit about that, let me tell you, but the coaches were all like I wasn’t in the fight. Everyone they asked said that I never sicced Becca on him like he claimed. She punched him herself.”