Her parents were standing on the edge of the pond, both looking angry enough to spit nails. And here she was standing next to Aden in the middle of a frozen pond. Which, of course, was the absolute last place she’d ever dreamed she’d be. The situation was so fanciful, Christina didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She decided to keep silent and hope that Aden would know how to best handle the situation. “What is going on, Aden?” her father asked. “When Treva told us her skates were missing and that she feared you took Christina skating, we could scarcely believe our ears. But this sight you treated us to . . . both of you lying on the ice, kissing?” His expression darkened. “I hardly know what to say.” Christina opened her mouth, more than ready to explain things. But before she had a chance to utter a word, Aden replied. “What just happened is all my fault,”
