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“Try me.”

She ran the same drill and messed up in the same spot. This time, I pushed her, causing her to slide across the ice on her ass.

I could hear her curse, but she got back up and we started again. Then again. And then roughly a thousand more times until I felt like she had a good enough grasp on it. There were a few more things I started on after that, but the buzzer interrupted us.

The Zamboni guy walked out to prep the ice. That was our cue to leave.

On the way out, I said, “Not bad, Martin. Same time tomorrow?”

“I’ll change my mani-pedi appointment again.” She smirked up at me, body checking me into the wall.

“Yeah, me, too,” I said, checking her right back, just as hard.