##Chapter 18: Cassidy
Book One: Stay
My brows are knit tightly together as I glance suspiciously around before asking, "What are we doing here?"
It's a few minutes before five o'clock in the morning, and the ice arena is closed. The lights are off, the concession stand is locked up tight, there's not even a maintenance guy on duty to question our presence.
Even though this isn't the first time I've posed the question, Cole remains tight-lipped. The only thing he said is that it's a surprise.
The first wave of questions fell from my lips as we stood outside the arena, and I realized it wasn't open. That's when Cole had produced a key. I'm not going to lie, it had struck me as a little bit sketchy. The last thing I need is a police record to go along with the other crap I put my parent
