AMY’S POV
"Amy?" Ryder asked, his brow furrowing as he felt me go completely rigid in his arms. "What is it?"
"Nothing," I lied as I pulled back from Ryder's chest. "I'm just cold."
Ryder's eyes narrowed. He didn't believe me… I could see it in the way he studied my face. But he didn't press it.
He let his hand drop from my waist, and the sudden absence of his touch left me shivering for an entirely different reason.
"Let's get you off the ice, then," he said quietly.
He guided me back to the rubber matting behind the bench. But the spell of the morning was completely broken. The quiet, vulnerable bubble we had built on the ice had popped the second I saw Cole's silhouette in that window.
I left the arena in a daze, feeling the dread sitting heavily in my stomach.
I spent the rest
