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Not fifteen minutes into it, another person stepped onto the ice.
A woman in a black leotard that clung to every inch of her. She was lean, but with the thick curvy legs and ass that years of skating gave a person.
Her honey blonde hair was in a ponytail and she wore a pair of gloves and bright white figure skating skates. She stepped onto the ice and quickly built up speed along the boards, leaning into the curves.
The girl knew how to skate.
“Uh, sorry, Mr. Le Coeur?”
I stopped short in my tracks and some ice sprayed up at the two kids smiling at me.
“Whoa, that was cool,” the one kid said, wiping his face.
“Sorry if we’re bothering you, Dillon.” Coach Phillips said as he came up behind them.
I shook my head. “No bother. You guys a bunch of peewees?”
“Squirts!” they both said, which made them about nine or ten. I remembered with a pang being that age, and what it would have been like to see an actual pro at my hometown rink. My mind would have been blown.
“Any advice for these two players?” Phillips asked.
“Keep your head up,” I said, repeating what Phillips had told me at that age. “And your eyes on that puck. Never lose sight of it. And…ah…do good in school.”
In case that hockey dream didn’t work out.
“Wow. Thanks Mr. Heart. I mean Mr. Le Coeur,” one boy said, his face turning red.
I didn’t have a pen or paper on me, but Phillips had a phone in his back pocket. He held it up in a silent request. I crouched down next to the kids and he got a picture of the three of us.
“Thanks. This is a thrill for them,” he told me, patting me on the shoulder.
“Not a problem. Okay guys, I’ve got to get back to work. You want the Bruisers to win this season, right?”
“Yeah!” they shouted in unison.
I took off down the ice and got back into my steady laps around the rink. The woman in the leotard was doing the same, but in the opposite direction. She passed me the first time and her eyes flicked over me and then away.
She was older than I’d first thought. Definitely in her mid-twenties.
So not some junior figure skater. And she wasn’t attempting any jumps. Just skating.
Really fast.
Like, really fast.
Her foot work in the corners was top speed.
She had to be showing off.
When she passed me the second time, she passed so close the end of her ponytail brushed my face.
Great.
I would sigh heavily if my heart rate wasn’t picking up speed. This wasn’t my first rodeo. But I needed to focus today on my cardio and I didn’t have time for some puck bunny trying to get my attention.
Though that leotard was hard to ignore.
With a hard stop that sent more ice spraying, I changed course and caught up to her pretty ass, although I had to admit, I had to work a little too hard to keep pace.
