“You can’t skate in figure skates. Not with me, at least.” Her arms fall dramatically. “But they’re pretty!” There go her eyes, narrowing again as I climb to my feet. “Wait. How did you know I have figure skates?” “Ollie told me.” “Is that so? And what else did Ollie tell you?” “Nothing.” Not a lie, technically. I hold my hand out to Cara, but she’s busy staring up at me, eyes wide, lips parted. “What’s that look for?” “God, you’re fucking huge on skates.” The words puff out on an icy breath, and I grin, hoisting her to her shaky feet. “What do you say we skip the skating and go back to your
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