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Anthony's POVIsaac immediately straightened beside me. “Finally,” he muttered, pulling out his phone. “I was about to send a search party.”I didn’t say anything. I just leaned back in my chair, arms folded, pretending to read the schedule packet on the table. But my jaw was tight enough to crack. The minute I saw her walking in, hair a little messy from the wind, jacket half-zipped, cheeks flushed like she’d sprinted across the parking lot, I felt that familiar mix of irritation and relief. Mostly irritation.Samantha scanned the room, her gaze flitting over the sea of suits, cameras, and glinting lenses before landing on us, on me. For a second, she hesitated, like she could feel the storm brewing behind my face. Then, with that signature mix of confidence and reckless grace that only she could pull off, she made her way over.“Hey,” she said softly, stopping just in front of me. Her voice had that slightly breathless edge, like she’d been rushing. “I know I’m late, but, ”“Save
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Anthony’s POVThe truth was, I didn’t know why I was so worked up. Maybe it was because I’d spent the last few weeks trying to rebuild this partnership from scratch, learning to trust her again after everything. Or maybe it was because Logan’s words hit too close to the insecurities I didn’t like to admit I had.Ethan. The yoga guy.The name rolled around in my head like a splinter I couldn’t dig out. I’d seen it flash across Samantha’s phone screen once , Ethan Calling. It was right after practice, when we were both half-dead from the new lift sequence. She’d been sitting beside me on the bench, catching her breath, strands of hair sticking to her temples. Her phone had buzzed, she’d glanced at it, and her expression had softened , just a little, but enough for me to notice.She answered quickly, voice lighter than it ever was with me. “Hey,” she’d said, smiling in that easy way that always disarmed people. I’d pretended not to listen, tugging at my laces, but every word stuck.
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Anthony’s POV I rubbed the back of my neck, glancing toward the entrance again. A few reporters were already milling around the hallway, cameras slung around their necks, laughing at something I couldn’t hear. “Anthony,” Cole said quietly, dragging my attention back. “You need to breathe.”I scoffed under my breath. “I am breathing.”“Not really. You’re pacing in your head.”He wasn’t wrong. I could feel my thoughts racing like blades on ice, too fast, too sharp.Isaac pulled out his phone, unlocking it with a tap. “I’ll just call her.”“Good idea,” I muttered. “Maybe she’ll answer you.”He dialed, pressing the phone to his ear. We all waited. One second. Two. Ten. His brows furrowed. Then, with an exhale, he pulled it away. “Voicemail.”“Try again,” I said immediately.“I did.”“Well, try again.”Cole gave me a warning look. “Anthony.”I groaned, dragging a hand over my face. “I’m not trying to be difficult, but this, this is ridiculous. She knows how important today is.”“She also
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Anthony’s POV The conference hall smelled like freshly brewed coffee, camera flash powder, and nerves. The kind of cocktail that reminded me this was showtime , the first Grand Prix press conference of the season. Every skater in the country worth their salt, whether they had qualified or not, was invited to attend the press conference, polished and picture-perfect under the blinding lights. Everyone except Samantha. I checked my watch for the third time in five minutes. 9:42 a.m. Eighteen minutes before the USA Figure Skating Grand Prix press conference officially started. We were supposed to be seated by ten. And still no sign of Samantha. Cole sat across from me, legs crossed, scrolling through something on his phone with the kind of calm that made me want to throw mine against the wall. Isaac was beside me, tapping his foot like a human metronome. “She’s not here yet?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. I exhaled through my nose, jaw tight. “Does i
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Samantha's POVThe air between us thickened, heavy with unspoken things, accusations, regrets, and everything we’d buried under medals and resentment.Ethan glanced at me, the crease between his brows deepening. I could almost feel the question in his silence. Should he interfere? Why does he still get under your skin?But I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not here, not now, not with Logan looking at me like he’d won something just by showing up.He gave a short laugh, the sound low and humorless. “You’ve still got that fire,” he said, almost admiringly. “Guess some things don’t change after all.”“Guess not,” I said, forcing a smirk that didn’t reach my eyes. “You should know. You’re still the same arrogant jerk who thinks the world spins on his blade.”Ethan coughed softly, almost like he was suppressing a laugh, but Logan’s expression only darkened, that brittle pride flaring up again.“Arrogant,” he repeated, as if tasting the word. “Funny coming from someone who left a trail of broken
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Samantha’s POVLogan stood a few feet away, casual as ever, with that same smug grin I remembered too well. His hair was shorter now, the dark waves neatly trimmed instead of wild, and his jaw had sharpened with time, but his eyes. God, those eyes. Cold, assessing, like they were always measuring, always waiting for you to slip.“I could ask you the same thing,” he said smoothly, his tone dripping with condescension. “Didn’t take you for the zen type.”His voice, low, familiar, edged with that smugness I used to hate, hit harder than it should’ve. It had been weeks, maybe a month, since I’d heard it, but my body remembered before my brain did. The slight tightening in my chest, the instinctive clench of my jaw.I forced my arms to cross over my chest, more for armor than attitude. “People change,” I said evenly, pretending his presence didn’t rattle me. Pretending I wasn’t right back on the ice, the same old Samantha again, who used to skate with him, arguing with him after another
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