KATIE COULDN’T HELP pacing up and down in the hallway backstage that night before she had to put her skates on, though she knew she should be doing literally anything other than putting more strain on her leg. It ached, and that scared her, although things ached all the time in this business. She’d managed to escape serious injury during the competitive season by good luck as much as anything else. But what if that luck ran out? What could she do if she couldn’t skate? Brendan would blame her for being careless. The whole solo tour they were relying on for work after this wouldn’t happen. She’d be alone and out of a job. And it would be entirely her fault.
Katie realized her hands were shaking.
Incipient panic attack. Fantastic.
She rubbed her palms on her thighs and tried to focus on h
