“If you don’t know how to skate, they keep cones for the kids right over there.” “Very funny. I can skate just fine.” I wipe ice from my thighs. “I could probably beat you in a race.” He’s looking down at me with amusement. “Beat me? You’re literally still on the ground from falling.” He offers his hand, but I scramble up on my own. When I regain my balance, I stare into his eyes. “Scared?” “For you? Yeah.” I shoot him a blank look. “You’re serious?” he asks, his tone disbelieving. I nod. “What’s the bet?” “That I win.” An overstatement that I regret as soon as I voice it. I’m confident, not
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