Chapter 152

“You want to go back to the hotel?” Ryan asks. “They just left. If we go back now, we’ll get the same shuttle—”

“I mean somewhere else,” Dante explains. He rubs at his eyes until they’re red-rimmed and bloodshot. “I mean somewhere not here. Just the two of us. Maybe that other rink? Is it open yet?”

Ryan shrugs. “I don’t know,” he admits.

Rising to his feet, Dante climbs over the seats and then takes the handlebars of Ryan’s wheelchair to back him down the aisle. “Let’s find out.”

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