At the rink the next morning, Dante shows Ryan his jacket. “You have one also,” he says, turning so Ryan can see the logo on the back.
He must admit, he’s impressed—it’s not leather like the one from Later Skater, true, but the design is professionally done and he particularly likes the last name on the front, that’s a nice touch. Dante points it out again, in case Ryan missed it the first time. “Does mine say Espinosa also?” Ryan jokes.
With a laugh, Dante slaps his knee. “You don’t like it,” he says.
“I like it just fine,” Ryan tells him. They’re in the main concourse and it’s still early—the hockey team is on the ice but they should be off any minute now. Then Dante will head down to the lower level, change into his bodysuit, slip on his skates. Ryan likes the jacket, yes, and he lik
