Ines was cold.
When Brandon told her she was going to be recording a livestream of his hockey game tonight, it didn’t occur to her that the place was going to be butt-numbingly chilly. It had to be 40 degrees at most. The light cardigan she had brought with her hardly provided any warmth. She wished she’d thought to bring gloves. If she actually owned any.
“You okay, Ines?” A guy in full hockey gear carrying a jacket walked up to the front of where she sat on the stands facing the rink.
She squinted before she recognized the boyish grin under the helmet. “Brandon!” she said, trying to keep her teeth from chattering. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Jesus you’re freezing. Come here.” He held up the jacket. “It’s a little hard for me to get up there in these skates.”
She hurried down the steps. “Than
