They skated for about an hour and a half before Emma declared it was time for them to buy her a ton of food, and they migrated from the ice to the cafe, most of them sporting bruises, and Isabel with a bloodied sleeve and a big plaster provided by the on-site first aider. But it had been fun…even if Anton was never going skating with Jude again. He was too murderous.
But as they de-booted, Anton glanced uneasily around the crowded venue, and wondered if he couldn’t get away with it. He’d presumed they’d go elsewhere for food and he could sneak off for a bit, but if they were staying…
When he bent to put his trainers back on, his bladder groaned under the pressure, and he winced. There was nothing else for it.
“Jude,” he whispered as the others handed back their skates. “Hang about a min
