Baby, It's Cold Inside

Chapter Five

Victor and I share a look then we both quickly each make a snowball. Gabe lets out an evil laugh and rushes for the ice. "You can't f*ckin' catch me! And you don't want to throw snow on the ice!"

Shoot. He's right.

He taunts us, sticking his tongue out and we laugh.

He grins, thinking we're laughing at his antics, which we are, but we're also laughing at the fact he doesn't see Honey coming up fast behind him with a devilish look on his face.

Without stopping, Nathan grabs a startled Gabe and scoops him up, bringing him to us. He sets him on the snow and holds him place. "Get him Peanut!"

"What the hell!" Gabe objects, trying to break free.

Victor and I don't waste time simultaneously aiming for Gabe.

Victor's aim is true, his snowball landing on Meanie's chest.

Mine misses and hits Honey in his handsome face.

He looks stunned for a moment as he removes the snow from his eyes. I cover my mouth, hiding my laugh. "I'm sorry Honey! I was trying to get Meanie."

Meanie and Luke are dying.

"That's what you call karma!" Luke declares, pointing at an also now laughing Nathan.

"It's all right Peanut, you can make it up to me later." He waggles his brows.

I blush. Boys are so silly.

"What are you all doing anyways?" he asks.

"We're taking a break."

I giggle. We seem to be doing the opposite.

"Aw, that sweet noise calls to me," Sean says. He and Silas both join us and I see that Sean also is using a "walker."

Mr. Blackbourne releases his tiny smile and crosses his arms. "What are you doing with that?"

Sean grins. "You have got to try these! They're so fun!"

"They're the best!" Silas agrees.

"They're for children." Mr. Blackbourne sighs, but looks amused by them.

A father with two children in tow stops. "Excuse me, could we use those? They're out of them in the lobby." He eyes the walkers Sean and Silas have.

"Of course." Sean grins at the kids and slides his over to the little girl.

The little boy waits for Silas to surrender his.

Silas won't make eyes contact.

"Silas." Mr. Blackbourne's voice is full of command.

He purses his lips and mutters something in Greek then unsteadily pushes it away from him and to the boy.

The boy's father eyes Silas with humor. "Do you need it?"

He shakes his head. "No, the boy can use it."

Both children give their thanks and skate off.

Sean carefully maneuvers his way off the ice and sits on the bench. He pats the spot next to him. "Pookie, have a seat."

I sit and it feels so good to relax my legs. I have a feeling they're going to be sore tomorrow.

Nathan and Luke assist Silas off the ice.

"You've got learn for real now," Luke insists.

"I prefer liquid water." Silas says.

"Too bad. You know if you don't try North will have your ass since he is."