Chapter 154

The shuttle between the rink and the hotel runs every fifteen minutes, and it’s boarding when Dante guides Ryan’s wheelchair out into the parking lot. The chair lift is a godsend at this point—Dante’s tired from practice and doesn’t think he has the strength to carry Ryan up the few steps into the shuttle. There are only a couple of other skaters onboard, and thankfully none of them is anyone Dante knows, not Josey or her sister or even Dietrich or any of his pals. Just some kids from another club, no one Dante recognizes, and because they aren’t near him, he dares to hold Ryan’s hand on the ride back. “You did great out there,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over Ryan’s knuckles. He loves the feel of soft skin on his.

“Youdid great,” Ryan tells him. Giving Dante’s hand a slight squeeze, he smiles and says, “You get off the line Saturday like you did today and no one else stands a chance out there.”