Collision on Ice
Chloe was already reshuffling, entirely unbothered by his protest, and the two of them settled into another round while Mia, still wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, leaned over to grab a fresh drink from the cooler beside her chair.
I stood near the kitchen doorway with a cup I wasn’t really drinking from, watching the room, half participating, half observing, and it was from that vantage point that I caught sight of Jace across the crowded living room, surrounded by three of his teammates who were clearly, gleefully, still not done ribbing him about the ice incident from two weeks ago.
“Bro, you went down so hard,” one of them was saying, loud enough to carry, “I’ve watched the video