"I can see that."
She held out a hand. He took it, and she pulled, and he came up too fast and grabbed both of her arms to keep from going over again, and for a second they were standing very close on the ice with his hands on her elbows and her hands on his chest and their breath clouding together in the gold light.
Graham let go first again. Gina noticed again.
"Shall we?" he said.
"You're going to lose."
"I'm aware."
"You're going to lose so badly."
"I'm aware of that too. I've accepted it. I have made my peace." He bent his knees in what he seemed to believe was a racing crouch. "On three. One. Two—"