Skating With Hearts
And when she smiled, it was so effortless, so ladylike, like she’d been born into grace.
“You’re welcome,” she said in that same gentle tone I remembered from the restroom incident. “I’m glad I was there.”
There was a beat, and I realized I’d never even gotten her name that day. Clearing my throat, I added quickly, “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name last time.”
Her smile deepened, almost glowing. “It’s Jasmine.”
Jasmine. It fit her. Pretty, delicate, smooth on the tongue.
Before I could say more, Ryans spoke, his voice carrying a softness I hadn’t heard before. “Jasmine’s my childhood friend. She just came back to Boston with her family.”
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