igh

her bright red curls a chaotic mess, her eyes wide as saucer

my computer screen. "Technically, it was a kiss on the chee

h, baby! That's not the point! The point is Julian Andrews, the ice p

idea what the Puck Bunnies on the campu

wood Creek. If he can solve my pollutant dispersion model, I'd

you're a lost cause, then snat

a thank you, and for... uh, a club activity, I need to practice skating this weekend. I

What did that have

, her thumbs flying. "She's fr

e phone, but it was too l

"Saturday at two. My friends will

ke an Olympic gold medal. "

preliminary project meeting. He's just findi

d to talk about the project, he'd meet you at the library, not an ice

data model, we can find a chance to talk in det

to Analia. "See? He

"Okay, maybe you're half right... but this

ed at the rink, Julian and his two friends-Bec

d jeans. He didn't look like a hockey prin

" His legs trembled, his arms flailed like windmills for balance, an

knowing laughter. "Dude! You look like a n

lled under

ked up with an embarrassed grin.

, "Oh my god, he wasn't ki

, failing repeatedly. A strange sen

y project. I couldn't let him bre

es, Analia clumsil

ian and held out my hand. "

tured in his blue eyes. He took my

lted towards me, and I had to tighten

my arm as he steadied himself. "Look

"Kaleigh, you look like a pro. Unlike s

g around." I didn't want to r

moving cautiously, each step

total beginner. A genius whose brain was his ent

e other side of the rink, their hockey player instincts maki