Down on the ice, the player I’m ninety-nine percent sure is Nathan slows the tiniest bit and…looks at me. But that’s dumb. Why would he look at me? He doesn’t even know I’m up here. Still, I can’t keep myself from asking, “Um, did he just look up here?” I glance at Parker who looks like she’s fighting an enormous grin. “He totally just looked up here. Also significant: Nathan is a defender. That kind of hotshot scoring move isn’t exactly his M.O.” “Which means what?” She gives me a pointed look. “Which means I think he was trying to impress someone.”
