The faint glow of the emergency lights still cast eerie shadows across the Stonebridge ice rink, sharpening the angles of Knox Callahan’s face as he stood mere feet from Skye Emerson. The dim illumination clung to the curve of his jaw, highlighting the tense set of his mouth. Skye swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest, not from fear, she told herself, but from the unsettling closeness of him in the near-darkness. The air was filled with the chill of the rink.Then he spoke.“Probably just a breaker,” Knox muttered, his voice low, his breath doing some strange things to her body as his voice cut through the silence. But then, he stepped past her, his shoulder brushing hers as he moved toward the maintenance door at the far end of the rink. The brief contact sent a jolt through her, and she instinctively tightened her grip on her sketchpad, still tucked under her arm. She hesitated, then pulled out her phone, flicking on the flashlight to walk through the murky darkness. The
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