Chapter 153

Rising, Dante holds out his hands. “Step up, baby,” he says. His face blurs when Ryan blinks and wipes at his eyes to clear them. Gingerly, Dante takes his wrists, helps him stand. His arms snake around Ryan’s waist, strong and loving. “I’ve got you,” he whispers. Pain sears up Ryan’s right leg and he bends his knee to keep that skate off the floor. “Don’t worry, Ryan. I’m not going to let you go.”