I gasp, biting back a yelp, heart pounding as I lie on the snow.
“You okay?”
I try to laugh, though it’s shaky. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just, uh, sprained my hand a little. I’ve had worse.”
He shakes his head, a mix of exasperation and amusement, helping me steady on my skates. “I’m so sorry. Lucien is going to kill me,” he says restlessly.
My boss is a jealous lover. Seeing how he is worried about him knowing about this. Poor Frank.
We head back inside, and Frank guides me to the lobby, making sure I’m okay before leaving to grab the first-aid kit when he notices a cut on my wrist. I hadn’t even realized I was bleeding.
I hear footsteps approaching and I turn, surprised to see Mr. Hale instead. He’s looking at me. Angry… concerned?
“I was skating and—” I start, trying to explain.
“Yeah,
