“You’re my fourth favorite figure skater,” James said, shooting me a wink. Fourth? Even Jojo wondered the same thing. “Who’s one through three?” “Jasmine.” “Two and three?” “Jasmine.” My dead heart gave a little burn of emotion, and if I was the kind of person to blow someone a kiss, I would have done it to him. “I’d push you out of the way if you were about to get run over,” I told him and meant it. He smiled and winked at me again. “I know you would, Jas.”
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