Chapter 11“I’m gonna have to spend this whole thing drunk, aren’t I?” Danny murmurs to Noemi on the plane to British Columbia, desperately not looking back at where Noah has traded seats with a luger, presumably to get away from Danny.
“Not if you’d let me murder him with one of my skates,” Noemi murmurs back pleasantly, sipping the first class complimentary champagne. “He’s being such an asshole.”
“Then you’d be out a partner, and I’d never see you at a competition again,” Danny points out. “No, best to drink.”
She pats his hand. “You just need to find yourself a Village boyfriend,” she says. “Someone to take your mind off things.”
“Mmm, say more,” Danny purrs. He can’t say that he would have had one lined up, save for a broken ankle. Poor Andrei, he thinks, and makes a resolution to
