"Olive!"
My mother grabbed my arm, pulling me into a hug that I barely registered because my mind was still on the ice, still following Zane's path even though he was gone.
"Did you see him? Did you see Hunter score the winning goal?"
"Yeah," I managed to say, my voice coming out shaky and rough, barely holding together. "Yeah, I saw."
But I wasn't talking about Hunter.
And I think maybe my mother knew that, because she pulled back to look at me with an expression I couldn't quite read.
Grayson was watching me too, eyes narrow and jaw tight.
And he knew, I could see it in his face that he f*****g knew what had just happened between me and Zane even though nothing had actually happened, not really.
Just a look that lasted too long and meant too much.
I pulled away from my mother'
