Quinn kept us entertained with her ramblings as we ate, and afterward everyone scattered around the yard again. I plopped down on the patio swing, and Liza joined me with two of Em’s homemade fruit popsicles.
“Grapefruit or pomegranate?” she asked.
I chose pomegranate and took a bite of the cold sweetness. The slushiness stung my tongue.
“Josh has definitely raised the cuteness level at the rink,” Liza said, her gaze trained on him.
He stood beside Sergei on the grass, his hands in his pockets. His eyes were doing that crinkling thing again as he laughed. He was indeed very cute. And very fit. I didn’t like when guys were too beefy, and he had just the right amount of muscle filling out his T-shirt. But gay or straight, he was the competition, and eye candy was all he could be.