and good-looking. They’d never be the first to go.
“The next safe…Toby and Victoria Kiss!” More clapping. That meant we were one couple away from being in the bottom two.
“The last couple safe is…Jon Jon and Julia Mckillip!”
Yep. Bottom two. I wrinkled my nose and looked over at Ty with an I-told-you-so expression. Next to us were Michael Michaels and Tatiana. Tati looked pissed as hell, though she was smiling with gritted teeth. Poor Tati. Evidently she wasn’t happy with the results. I didn’t blame her. I knew Tati was a perfectionist, so her partner falling down mid-routine had to be bothering the crap out of her.
The spotlight focused on Ty and I, and another on Tati and Michael Michaels. My stomach churned nervously, and my hand clasped in Ty’s was trembling.
“The team going home tonight…is…” Chip paused for dramatic effect.
I dug my toe-pick into the ice, ready to skate forward. I took a deep breath and sighed, closing my eyes. Goodbye, second chance.
“I guess the audience isn’t a fan of sequins, either! Tatiana and Michael Michaels, you will be going home. Ty and Zara, you are safe for one more week!”
The orchestra began to play, and I opened my eyes, looking at Ty in shock. We were safe? Ty the MMA Biter had been saved by the audience vote? Holy crap.
He grabbed me around the waist and swung me around, grinning, and I clung to him. Holy crap. Holy crap, we were safe!
The audience clapped, and Ty and I were shuffled off the ice so Tati and her partner could do a last lap around the ice while the credits rolled and Chip yammered into his microphone.
We were safe one more week, despite everything. Maybe we stood a chance after all.
~~ * ~~
The next morning, I studied the boring routine paper and frowned at Imelda. “There’s only one lift in this entire thing.”
She sniffed and texted something into her phone, seated in a folding chair away from the ice, as usual. “This week’s required element is the sit spin. Lifts aren’t until next week.”
“I know. But lifts are flashy and the audience always loves them.” I skated toward her, a little frustrated. “Ty’s a big strong guy. We can do more than one lift.” I looked over at Ty. “Don’t you think?”
He shrugged. “I can bench press two hundred. What do lifts involve?”
“We can always do an Ina Bauer for you, and I can do a handstand, or we could do a crouch and horizontal, or…” I stopped at the glazed look in his eyes. “Just trust me. You can pick me up, right?”
He snorted. “Duh. You weigh nothing.”
“I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Imelda said in a prissy voice. “We need to keep things easy.”
“This will be easy,” I told her. I skated to Ty’s side, and then turned my back to him, standing in front of him. “Can you lift me up?”
“How high?”
“Put your hands on my waist and pick me up as high as you can go.”
Big hands grasped me at the hips, and he hefted me into the air as if I weighed nothing. I held my breath as he held me up to shoulder height. “You want higher?”
“That’s good,” I told him, keeping my body as straight as possible. “We could do something like this, or I can do the splits.” I extended my legs outward as an example. “Or if he can hold me on the thighs, I can pull one leg over my head.”
“So you can put a leg over your head?” Ty asked. “I thought you were joking when you told me that. Damn, girl. I think I want to see it for myself.”
I blushed, dropping my legs, and patted him on the hand. “Put me down now.”
He did, lightly, and I hopped away on the ice, hoping to hide my flustered sensibilities. “See?” I told Imelda. “We can work a few more lifts in there, and if we increase the difficulty, we should score better.”
“I don’t think so,” she said again, and turned back to her phone.
I wouldn’t be deterred. “We need more flash in this routine,” I told her. “You basically just have
“The next safe…Toby and Victoria Kiss!” More clapping. That meant we were one couple away from being in the bottom two.
“The last couple safe is…Jon Jon and Julia Mckillip!”
Yep. Bottom two. I wrinkled my nose and looked over at Ty with an I-told-you-so expression. Next to us were Michael Michaels and Tatiana. Tati looked pissed as hell, though she was smiling with gritted teeth. Poor Tati. Evidently she wasn’t happy with the results. I didn’t blame her. I knew Tati was a perfectionist, so her partner falling down mid-routine had to be bothering the crap out of her.
The spotlight focused on Ty and I, and another on Tati and Michael Michaels. My stomach churned nervously, and my hand clasped in Ty’s was trembling.
“The team going home tonight…is…” Chip paused for dramatic effect.
I dug my toe-pick into the ice, ready to skate forward. I took a deep breath and sighed, closing my eyes. Goodbye, second chance.
“I guess the audience isn’t a fan of sequins, either! Tatiana and Michael Michaels, you will be going home. Ty and Zara, you are safe for one more week!”
The orchestra began to play, and I opened my eyes, looking at Ty in shock. We were safe? Ty the MMA Biter had been saved by the audience vote? Holy crap.
He grabbed me around the waist and swung me around, grinning, and I clung to him. Holy crap. Holy crap, we were safe!
The audience clapped, and Ty and I were shuffled off the ice so Tati and her partner could do a last lap around the ice while the credits rolled and Chip yammered into his microphone.
We were safe one more week, despite everything. Maybe we stood a chance after all.
~~ * ~~
The next morning, I studied the boring routine paper and frowned at Imelda. “There’s only one lift in this entire thing.”
She sniffed and texted something into her phone, seated in a folding chair away from the ice, as usual. “This week’s required element is the sit spin. Lifts aren’t until next week.”
“I know. But lifts are flashy and the audience always loves them.” I skated toward her, a little frustrated. “Ty’s a big strong guy. We can do more than one lift.” I looked over at Ty. “Don’t you think?”
He shrugged. “I can bench press two hundred. What do lifts involve?”
“We can always do an Ina Bauer for you, and I can do a handstand, or we could do a crouch and horizontal, or…” I stopped at the glazed look in his eyes. “Just trust me. You can pick me up, right?”
He snorted. “Duh. You weigh nothing.”
“I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Imelda said in a prissy voice. “We need to keep things easy.”
“This will be easy,” I told her. I skated to Ty’s side, and then turned my back to him, standing in front of him. “Can you lift me up?”
“How high?”
“Put your hands on my waist and pick me up as high as you can go.”
Big hands grasped me at the hips, and he hefted me into the air as if I weighed nothing. I held my breath as he held me up to shoulder height. “You want higher?”
“That’s good,” I told him, keeping my body as straight as possible. “We could do something like this, or I can do the splits.” I extended my legs outward as an example. “Or if he can hold me on the thighs, I can pull one leg over my head.”
“So you can put a leg over your head?” Ty asked. “I thought you were joking when you told me that. Damn, girl. I think I want to see it for myself.”
I blushed, dropping my legs, and patted him on the hand. “Put me down now.”
He did, lightly, and I hopped away on the ice, hoping to hide my flustered sensibilities. “See?” I told Imelda. “We can work a few more lifts in there, and if we increase the difficulty, we should score better.”
“I don’t think so,” she said again, and turned back to her phone.
I wouldn’t be deterred. “We need more flash in this routine,” I told her. “You basically just have
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