"Don't forget the secret handshake." He smirks.
"But… full disclosure, I'm a professional ice skater, and I plan to compete in the Olympics next February."
"Not surprising," Bash says. "A lot of people around here have careers on the ice. And, full disclosure, my job involves ice, too. But that's as much as I'm willing to say."
"Fair enough," I agree.
"So are you a famous pro skater?" he asks, teasing.
"You'll find out soon enough." I laugh softly. "If I invite you to watch my competitions."
He raises his eyebrows. "Now, I'm tempted to sneak a peek online."
"You can't break the rules already," I squeak. "Promise, no peeking."
He shrugs, playful. "I won't. I promise. But you have to promise not to look either."
"I do."
He reaches out, brushing my hand lightly. "Agreed. Our rules, our pace, our time. Just us."
