HANNAH~
Nate looks at me for a second too long.
Something moves across the expression on his face. Then it is gone so fast I cannot swear it was ever there.
He chuckles. Then he actually laughs, low and incredulous, rubbing the back of his neck like I just told him the ice melted and grew teeth.
I stare at him. “What is so funny? I asked a question.”
“You must be hearing things, Hannah. Do you think this is some wolf fantasy novel? You heard a wolf. Seriously? In a hockey facility at night? That is the sentence you just said out loud.”
He looks at me the way people look at someone who might need a nap and a reality check in that order. Ridiculous. Fond. A little too sharp around the edges.
But on second thought, maybe I am crazy. Maybe I heard wrong. Because there is no way there is
