I hear a laugh in the distance—a sweet, light sound I instantly recognize. My gaze snaps up, drawn to the entrance where Isabella is smiling up at her dad, his arms wrapped around her. Haven’t seen her since the party, and goddamn, she looks good. Too fucking good to be at an ice rink with a bunch of sweaty hockey players. What the hell is she doing here? My eyes drift to her lips as she talks to her dad. I’m so caught up in watching them that, before I know it, my foot catches, and I stumble—crashing into Cole.
