“It would be hard to be that comfortable.”
“I wish you were here.”
“I do, too,” Bash said. “I miss you.”
“And I miss you.”
“When is your first event?”
“Not until next week. I’ll spend this week getting ready, maintaining my strength and flexibility. Nothing too hard. I don’t want to risk injury before the competition.”
“That’s smart. Will you get to do any sightseeing?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve become friends with a couple of the skiers, and we’re going to tour Milan on our days off.” Then he laughed. “It’s weird. It’s almost like I’m becoming famous. I’ve gotten thousands of followers on social media since Team USA posted my photo.”
“I’m not surprised. A gorgeous young athlete. Who wouldn’t want to follow you?”
“Anamária said that a bunch of brands have been reaching out about deals and sponsorships. She’s losing her head thinking about everything I can do after the Olympics.”
“With skating?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you told her about your law school plans?”
“Not yet. I’m still waiting to hear back from schools.”
“I think she’ll be proud of you, no matter what you decide.”
“I hope you’re right about that.”
“I’m definitely right about that.”
“How are things back at Bellford?”
“Very boring without you here.”
“How’s hockey going?”
“Again, boring without you here.”
Another laugh from Adonis. “I’m a very small part of your hockey career, Bash.”
“I know.” Bash pouted. “But I do not like playing without my fan section.”
“Is that me?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m honored.”
Bash’s phone beeped. He looked at it. Another call was incoming, this one from Lotte. He sent her to voicemail.
“Everything okay?” Adonis said.
“Just got a call from Lotte. It’s probably nothing.”
His phone beeped again. Once again, Lotte was calling.
