Page 48 of Second Chance with the Enemy CEO
Grace leans back, eyeing me knowingly. “You cannot keep dancing around this forever, Hazel. You two have unresolved…, everything.”
“Yeah, well, some things are better left unresolved,” I mutter.
Luke smirks, “Hmm…”
I roll my eyes. “It doesn’t matter. It was a mistake.”
“Doesn’t sound like you think it was a mistake,” Grace teases, nudging me with her elbow.
“It was,” I insist, though the memory of Liam’s lips on mine lingers in the back of my mind.
Maya clutches her chest dramatically. “That is so romantic.”
“It’s not,” I insist. “It’s confusing and messy and...”
“And you liked it,” Grace finishes, her tone teasing.
I glare at her. “Can we talk about something else now?”
Luke chuckles. “Fine, but do not think these girls are letting this go. Speaking of broody McKisserson-related, how about we hit the ice rink? It has been forever.”
Maya claps her hands in agreement, and before I can protest, they are all on their feet, grabbing their stuff.
“No way,” I say immediately.
“Yes way,” Maya counters. “Come on, Hazel. It will be fun.”
“Fine,” I mutter.
****
The local ice rink is buzzing with silent energy while music plays overhead. My friends rent skates with the enthusiasm of kids on Christmas morning while I lag behind, regretting every life choice that led me here.
“I haven’t skated in years,” Grace says, looking a little nervous.
“You’ll be fine,” Luke assures her. “It’s like riding a bike.”
I lace up my skates, already regretting this decision. “Why did I agree to this again?”
“Because you love us,” Grace says, tugging on her gloves.
Maya grins, “and because you love me.”
Luke nudges my shoulder. “Relax, Hazel. It is just skating. What is the worst that could…”
His words trail off as his eyes land on something - or someone.
“What?”
Maya freezes, her eyes going wide. “Oh. My. God.”
“What?” I ask, glancing around.
She nods toward the rink. “Is that…, Liam?”
My heart plummets to my stomach. Sure enough, there he was, moving across the ice with a grace I did not know he possessed. He is wearing a black hoodie and jeans, his focus entirely on the ice as he skates in practiced loops.
“What’s he doing here?” Grace whispers, leaning closer.
