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But the next moment Wes raises his voice, and his deep, booming “Hey!” quiets the group instantly.

Everyone turns to face him. “Polar bears.”

No one says anything.

He shrugs. “We should be polar bears. With the ice and everything. That would be funny, right? For the song, we put on gloves that look like big paws and white fur coats,” he says.

That’s hilarious.

And it’s one hundred percent Sutton’s idea.

But Wes doesn’t say that. Neither does Sutton. She just stands next to him smiling happily and nodding.

Now others start to nod, and someone says, “My little sister had a stuffed polar bear that was like a teddy bear.”

“Teddy bears can totally be polar bears. They’re bears,” someone else says.

“I don’t think there’s rules about what color or kind of bear teddy bears are,” someone else says.

“Of course, not,” Wes says. “And the polar bear thing is funny. So what do you think? We should do it, right?”

His voice is just firm enough that everyone gets the clear message that he likes the idea.

Hudson is the first to say, “Definitely. I’m totally in. I don’t know that song, but I can learn it.”

“There really aren’t very many words to it,” Sutton pipes up now. “And it’s a cute, kind of catchy love song. People will eat it up from you two.”

“Great, let’s work on it.”

“Fantastic.” Sutton gives everyone a big smile. “Let’s work on a group dance for intros Friday night. Then we’ll do a couple penalty dances, and then Hudson and Wes, if you don’t mind hanging out after, we can go over something quickly.”

Everyone agrees and gets into place.

But I already know I’m going to hang out after practice.

I am onto her, in more ways than one, and I think she should know it.

CHAPTER 10

SUTTON

“The polar bears are a really funny idea.”

I gasp, and my hand flies to cover my chest as I spin to find Lawson pushing himself off the side of the arena. I’m only five steps outside of the door. He’s clearly been waiting for me.

I think about what he just said. I shouldn’t be surprised that he knew that was my idea. “Thanks.”

“Why did you let everyone think that was Wes’s idea?”

I start walking toward the parking lot, and he falls in step next to me. “It doesn’t matter whose idea it was.”

“It kind of does.”

I look up at him. “It really doesn’t. As long as good ideas get implemented for everyone, it doesn’t matter where they come from.”

He stops walking, and I instinctively stop too. I turn to face him.

“You deserve credit, Sutton.”