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He stares at the snowy ground. “I almost fell.”
“No kidding.”
“You saved me.”
“Stay close,” I say, thanking my boots. There are lots of nice benefits of having money. I know all about them because I used to not have any. But right now, the quality that most excites me is my boot traction.
I extend my gloved hand to his. “Let’s go.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Luke
I hurry from the arena, zipping up my coat as I flee the locker room. I don’t want to keep Sebastian waiting. The interviews were cancelled—I think Evan and Coach are going to speak to journalists later via Zoom or something.
I spot Sebastian at once. I recognize his bright blue coat. But last time I saw him he wasn’t holding onto Oskar’s hand.
My stride falters, then slows.
Maybe I’m imagining it.
But they’re definitely holding hands. They’re also laughing.
Something curdles in my gut. Maybe I didn’t drink enough water after the game. Usually I feel more dehydrated when I’m in a hot place, like Vegas or Dallas, but water is important all the time, even when I’m covered with the frozen variety.
Because I’m not feeling another emotion.
No way.
I mean, if Sebastian and Oskar like each other, just like Dmitri said—that’s great. I like both of them. It’s all wonderful. Totally wonderful.
I scowl and march toward the bus.
Life is awesome.
I’m pretty sure I’m still glowering by the time I reach the bus.
Oskar and Sebastian are separated. But that’s probably because Oskar is going to sit next to his dad like always.
My gaze is focused on Sebastian. He notices me at once, but instead of smiling or something, he ducks his head.
I plop down beside him. “Hi.”
“Good game,” he says.
“Uh-huh.”
“My producers saw it and are thrilled.”
“Cool.”
“The girls watched it too.”
“I thought they weren’t supposed to have access to the outside world.”
“You’re the exception.” His smile is brittle.
And then I get it.
