I groan. “Oh no.”
“Yes,” she says cheerfully. “Zane.”
“I knew this was coming.”
“You two had chemistry.”
“It’s called hockey.”
“You had chemistrywhiledoing hockey.”
Katie nods thoughtfully. “He definitely notices you. He was looking at you a LOT. Even when he didn’t need to be.”
“He notices Lee.”
Willow smirks. “Same person.”
“Not to him.”
“That’s a minor technicality.”
I shake my head. “You’re overthinking it.”
“Oh please,” Willow says. “That look he gives you when you’re skating together-”
“That’s called passing.”
“It’s called smoldering intensity.”
“It is not.”
“For what it’s worth,” Katie says, “I think Willow is completely right.”
I stare at them. “Why are you guys like this?”
Willow leans forward conspiratorially. “Do you actually like him?”
Zane Blake is loud and confident. He also skates like the ice was invented specifically for him.
And when he laughs-
“Leonora.”
I sigh. “Yes,” I admit. “A little.”
Willow gasps like I’ve just confessed to a crime. “I knew it!”
“But,” I add quickly, “he has absolutely no idea who I really am.”
“Details.”
“Major details.”
“Minor details. He clearly likes Lee.”
I bury my face in my hands.
“This is a terrible situation.”
