Chapter 21
ONE YEAR LATER
Denver, CO
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KATIE PACED IN THE dark tunnel wringing her hands together. Out in the arena, a video montage of her and Brendan’s best moments on the ice was playing to a ridiculously sentimental song she was fairly sure had been used at his high school graduation. Why did I agree to this?
Brendan stood at the very edge where the flooring ended and the ice began, peering out at the arena. “They were right. It’s a sold out show.”
“You’re not helping!”
Brendan looked back over his shoulder at her. Despite the urgings of the tour management, they’d insisted on keeping their usual costume style: Simple. Understated. Brendan wore black pants and a grey collared shirt open at the throat. The part of Katie’s brain that wasn’t flirting with a panic attack want
