Bad idea. This is a bad, bad idea. The same gut-churning dread I felt that day with Katerina in the park is back with a f*****g vengeance.
"Oh, well, unfortunately, I don't have long to chat." I glance towards the entrance of the park like I'm expecting someone. "Sam is coming to meet me."
Leonid just smiles. "I happen to know he's at the rink right now."
I almost ask how he knows that, but I'm not sure I want to know how many eyes are on me at all times.
"I'm the one who pushed him into hockey. I hoped it would be a good outlet for him---a way to channel his baser instincts. But apparently---" His eyes skim over me. "---he has different avenues for that now."
That crisp in the air is downright frigid all of a sudden.
"He is good, though." Leonid seems almost disappointed to admit it
