Page 45 of Fractured Ice

"No."

Something about his tone shifts slightly. "Walker, right?"

I blink. "Yeah."

"I know him."

Of course he does. Every athlete on campus seems to know each other.

"Are you friends?"

Dylan chuckles. "I wouldn't go that far."

"Rivals?"

"Different sports."

Which somehow answers nothing.

"How long have you known him?"

The question catches me off guard.

"Most of my life."

"Really?"

"Our families are from the same town."

"That explains it."

"Explains what?"

"You seemed very familiar with him when I saw you two together."

I frown slightly. "Together?"

"Eating. Remember?" Then he laughs. "Relax. I wasn't stalking you."

Heat creeps into my face. "Oh, right."

"You just looked comfortable around each other."

If only he knew.

"We've known each other forever."

"That can be nice."

Or incredibly irritating.

Before I can say that, he changes directions.

"I've been meaning to call you."

"Oh?"

"You gave me your number."