Page 44 of Losing an Edge

“My ankles feel all wobbly in those things,” he said.

“Maybe you need to work on your ankle strength,” I said, winking. “Do your trainers have any workouts designed specifically for that?”

“I’m sure I can find something.”

He took my gym bag from me and carried it, along with his own, over his shoulder. We headed outside, prepared to be blinded by the late afternoon sun, but instead we were greeted by gloomy gray clouds.

Levi stared up at the sky as we crossed the parking lot. “Might have some snow tonight.”

“I’m still not used to living where there isn’t snow all winter long.”

“Yeah.” He grinned at me. “It’s nice to not have to shovel the car out every morning, though.”

I laughed and pressed the button on my key fob to unlock my car. When I looked up, though, I nearly fell over. Stopped cold. Guy was halfway across the lot, standing out in the middle of the aisle with his arms crossed. His all-too-familiar silver Honda Civic was parked a few feet behind him. After a moment, he waved and blew a kiss in my direction.

Levi stopped beside me, his hand settling on my waist. “What do you want to bet that’s exactly how many feet he has to stay away from the building?” he murmured in my ear.

I was too stunned and too scared to move. All I could do was stare. Was this all to intimidate me? It was working. I had never felt so much fear in my life. My blood was ice, and I couldn’t swallow.

But Levi nudged me toward his car. “Lock your doors again,” he said once my feet were moving. “I’m driving you home. Jonny and I can come back later to pick up your car.”

I pressed the button and watched the brake lights flash. Then Levi held the car door open for me and I sat. I wasn’t sure if I could breathe again until he parked in Cam’s driveway and helped me go inside.

Cam and Sara were both on the floor in the living room playing with the kids. Everyone was smiling, so that was a definite improvement. Maybe Cam had gotten over it and forgiven Sara, finally.

He jumped to his feet as soon as Levi and I came through the door, though. “What? What happened? You look white as a sheet.”

“Guy was in the parking lot when we were leaving the rink,” I forced out. Then, after a moment to let it all sink in, I added, “I think we should call the police.”