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when my dad would shut off all the lights except for a few over the hockey rink, leaving it dimly lit. I turn for a moment looking at the darkness behind me. Hey, I may like it, but it’s still eerie.
    I insert my ear buds snugly before sliding the phone in my pocket. I stand at the entryway, my blades already on the ice, and take in the smell and the feel of the ice and cold air around me.
    It doesn’t take long for me to lose myself in the strides, a wordless epic soundtrack pulling me along. I revel in the cold air blowing through my long hair, and biting at my cheeks as I cross one blade over the other, then glide down the ice before taking more long strides. I glance back as a strange sensation begins to overcome me, but quickly try to shake it off reminding myself that all the doors are locked. Right?
    The sensation becomes an awareness of sorts and I find myself glancing around the rink, searching along the boards and the bleachers for someone. Empty . I skate a little faster and lose myself once again in the music and the feel of the ice beneath my blades. I begin a three turn and just as I pivot myself I see a whirlwind of snow following me, it is as tall as I am and lasts for only a few seconds after I turn. Almost as if it knew that I saw it, it blows away into the air around me. I stop in the middle of the rink and start looking around, my chest heaving, though I am completely unsure of what I am looking for. I start skating again, turning several times to see if it happens again, but there is nothing behind me. I want so bad to tell myself that I imagined it, but I know I didn’t, and like Friday morning’s blue and white light, it kind of freaks me out.
    As I skate off the ice, I teeter between whether it would be better to just consider myself crazy or a freak! I resolve myself to going to see Mr. Wentworth on Monday morning. I have to find out what he knows and why he so adamantly told me that it had to be lightning.
    Unwilling to walk through the dark back to my dad’s office, I decide to take my skates with me and head outside.
     
    I turn the key and shake the door a bit to ensure that it’s locked before turning in the direction of my car.
    “You know, it wasn’t easy finding you.” Logan calls out as he stands against the front of his SUV. His arms are stretched behind him as he leans on the grill, the muscles along his forearms are tense and his biceps firm.
    Geez, this guy definitely works out.
    “I see you don’t confine your stalking to libraries. That’s good, why limit yourself?”
    Logan laughs as he pushes off his car and walks toward me. “Could be worse, I could be sneaking into your house, or watching you sleep or something.”
    I giggle at his reference to a popular book series.
    The full moon illuminates the parking lot allowing me to catch a glimmer in his eyes. “Did you know that there are like four ice rinks in Stamford? I had to pick the ones that were closest to Cove since you said you live there and drive by each one to see if maybe I saw your car. And lo and behold-“ He swings an arm to my car just as I stop in front of him.
    “Logan, I have to be honest. Since we just met, I’m not sure if I should be really creeped out by the fact that you went through all that trouble, or really flattered.” I move around him to walk to the back of the jeep so I can put my skates away.
    “Well, I wanted to talk to you and I didn’t get your number before you left, so all I had to get a hold of you was what you said regarding your plans for today.”
    I drop my skates into the trunk and slam it shut before walking to the driver’s side door where he is standing. He doesn’t seem like a creeper. In fact, I’d venture to say he’s pretty hot. Though I wouldn’t tell him, don’t want him getting a big head. A gust of wind blows through and his wavy hair is blown about, though since it’s not too long, it doesn’t mess it up. His chiseled jaw is darkened with stubble and he