I watched as the lady’s hand slid into his so smoothly, like it belonged there and my breath hitched.
The rink, with its echoing shouts and the clatter of skates against concrete, suddenly dimmed around me. All I could see was that delicate grip—her slim fingers wrapped around his right hand as though she’d been doing it forever.
And Ryans didn’t pull away.
His whole face lit up instead. His lips parted into a shock and then grin that wasn’t the usual teasing smirk or half-grin he tossed at people casually. No. This one was real, wide, unguarded.
“You came,” he said, his voice low and brimming with excitement and happiness all at once.
The young woman—God, she was beautiful—tilted her head, dark hair spilling like silk over her shoulders. Her answer was soft, ladylike, so quiet unde
