“Where’s your head at, man?” Alec teases, leaving me standing on the ice like an idiot. The smile he throws over his shoulder tells me he didn’t even need to ask. I briefly consider giving chase, tripping him, then skating right over that pretty face. “I think we all know where his head’s at,” Eli says, grinning. “And it’s right up there.” He jerks his head up. And sure enough—there’s Parker. Leaning over the metal railing, filming. My pulse ratchets up, and I quickly glance away.
