Ice Dogs Book Novels & Stories

But the image of Elias dancing, loose, confident, beautiful, refused to leave his head. The ice was cracking faster now. And Jax wasn’t sure how much longer he could pretend it was solid beneath his feet.

She sighed in relief. “Come on, let’s go to that restaurant down there. They have the best ice cream.” I hesitated. “Uhmm, I don’t know…” But she grabbed my hand firmly and pulled me along before I could protest. The restaurant had a cozy, inviting glow with soft lighting and cheerful chatter. We sat at a small table near the window, ordering ice cream and chatting easily. Laughter came naturally as we joked and played around with the spoons, the sweetness cutting through the heaviness of the day.