Ryder’s POV
“I think there’s trouble,” Owen said, pointing his stick toward Danny, who was standing by the rink barrier whispering into Coach’s ear. “What do you think he wants? He’s not telling Coach you’re messing with his girl, is he?”
“What the f**k are you talking about?” I snapped, annoyance flaring in my chest. “I don’t even speak to Rebecca anymore.”
“Okay, okay! Don’t get all defensive about it—I was just messing around,” Owen chuckled, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m skating away now before you headbutt me.”
He glided off, leaving me letting out a heavy sigh of frustration.
What the hell is Danny doing over there? What are they talking about?
Danny finally walked away, leaving Coach talking to Tristan. A second later, both of their gazes shifted across the ice
