“And obviously you’re incredible too. You’re killing it at the moment. The Storm were petrified to play you last night, and it was warranted. You beat their asses and it was wonderful.”
“Don’t you like the men’s hockey team?”
She shrugs. “No. They get the good rink, so my anger is warranted.”
Noelle’s gaze drops to where Laura’s practically glued to me, then back up to my face. I can see the moment her brain puts the puzzle together.
Awesome. Exactly what I need—Laura’s sister assuming this is some love scene instead of… whatever messy half-embrace this actually is.
“So, uh, how exactly do you know my sister?” Noelle asks sweetly before side-eyeing Laura. “And why didn’t you tell me you and Scotty were close enough for him to hold you like you’ve done…considerably more than ice skating?”
“Noelle,” Laura hisses through gritted teeth, but quickly masks it with a smile. “We had a class last year together.”
She pushes away from me after.
Wrong move.
Down she goes.
“Ouch!” she cries as Noelle skates around her to help her up.
“Seriously, Laure. I think the only way you’re going to nail this audition is if I impersonate you.”
“Audition?” I say under my breath.
“Please. They’d say I have the skating down, but they’d question my singing. I love you, Noelle, but your singing makes Octavian Kingsley look like a powerhouse.”
“Oh, sonowwe’re admitting he’s terrible. Not when he was torturing the entire high school?”
“What audition?” I speak up a little louder.
That gets both of their attention.
Laura looks horrified; Noelle…well, she’s smirking.
“Hey, Laure. I think I’ve got an idea.”
“No. No. No. Stop thinking it right now.”
“Why not? I’ve only got another twenty minutes with you today. There’s no way you’re going to be skate-ready for your audition by then.”
“No.”
“What’s the audition?” I ask one more time, because trying to decipher their twin-speak is a little exhausting.
“Nothing.”
“It’s forEvermore on Ice.”
They answer at the same time, making Laura glare at her sister.
Noelle shrugs. “What? You think I’m not going to tell an insanely talented hockey player who clearly has the hots for you that nothing’s going on?”
“Noelle!”
I hold back from laughing because she’s not wrong.
“Did you know his mom is also an Olympic gold-medal figure skater and he learned figure skating until he was sixteen?” she asks Laura, whose cheeks are now flushing as she shrinks into her sister’s side.
