Page 38 of Falling Like Snow

I squint at him. “To the hockey game?”

“Do you only speak in questions now?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

He laughs, making me realize I’ve said yet another statement that ends in a question mark.

“Yes, you should come to the hockey game,” he says.

“Not to ask another question, but why?”

He shrugs. “Because it could be fun.”

“To watch you get checked into the boards?” I tilt my head to the side. “Yeah, could be.”

His mouth slants into a smile. “So is that a yes? You’ll come?”

I consider what help Mom might need for this weekend’s events, but she said I’m not needed until Saturday morning, so…

“If I’m feeling better, maybe. I’ll see if Asher wants to go with me.”

“Right. Asher.” He chews his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Nothing. I heard you two are just friends.”

I try to bite back my smile, but it’s no use. “When you were asking around.”

He hangs his head to hide his rosy face as he laughs. “Yes.”

“Well, we are. Just friends, I mean.”

He looks at me. “If you say so.”

“I do.”

He nods. “Good.”

This time I blush, pressing my lips together to fight off yet another smile.

“Anyway, I should go.” He stands. “Hopefully I’ll see you in the stands tomorrow.”

“Among the hundreds of other people? Doubt it.”

“I have excellent vision,” he says. “Plus, you sort of stand out.”

“Hence why you never noticed me until I crashed into you on a sled?”

“Who says I didn’t notice you?” he asks. “Maybe I was just too nervous to talk to you.”

“Ha! Okay.”

This guy really is a shameless flirt. I wonder how many other girls he has wrapped around his finger right now…

He ties his boots. “Feel better, so you can come be my good-luck charm.”

I can’t roll my eyes hard enough. “We’ll see. Good night, Micah.”