Chapter 150

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Dante’s fuming over Dietrich’s comment, Ryan can see the anger from where he sits on the other side of the ice. It’s in the set of his lover’s jaw, the way he keeps tugging at the strap on his helmet. When Dietrich sits down on the bench near him, Dante stands, walks away. When Dietrich laughs, Dante leans over the boards to watch the women’s race and scowls at the ice.

The five hundred is their last practice run, just four and a half laps around the track but Dante’s so damn pissed that he false starts twice. The next time he waits for the gun and he’s off, fast and hard from the line, a good two, three feet ahead of the others. Dietrich scrambles to keep up but Dante’s fucking livid, he sets a quick pace, takes the first curve at such speed that Ryan sees his skate wobble unsteadily, he’s going to fall.