“You’re a dancer,” I said with a smile. “You’ll get this in no time.”
“Love, I don’t think I do the type of dancing that gives me any benefits on these death wheels.”
Snorting, I helped him straighten, and it was nice to be the one who knew what to do for once. He clutched my hand in his sweaty one, and I thought that was probably a bad idea because he’d end up pulling me down if he did fall, but I didn’t want to let go. He held his breath the first time around the track, and we were about halfway around the second time with the sun shining and kids zipping past us at full speed when Lor’s laughter caught our attention out in the middle. Fallon lay on the cement on his back, groaning and laughing.
“We missed it!” I called. “What did he try to do?”
Lor held up a finger, skated toward us, and shocked me when he did a handspring and landed on the skates, coming out of the maneuver to circle around Fallon and wave at us as if he was on a float in a parade. People nearby clapped and Rowen and I joined in.
“I screwed up my landing,” Fallon said and sat up. “I can tumble, but not on Rollerblades apparently.”
“Ye twit!” Rowen called, but he did something strange that nearly had him falling forward on the skates. Fallon laughed and got to his feet fast, and I happily gave him a kiss when he skated over to me and took Rowen’s left hand.
“Come on,” Fallon said. “Let’s skate! You just need practice. We won’t let you fall.” His cheeks were flushed, and I thought maybe we’d all needed this. The house just wasn’t the same without Aspen and Cillian, and we’d all felt it.
Rowen glanced between us and hummed. “I know. I’m lucky.” He planted a kiss on my cheek, then smiled warmly at Fallon. I wanted so bad to ask what was going on with them but didn’t. I would just have to wait and see. But I had a good feeling about things.
