Caden took her hands, skating beside her. "Jocelyn, you're so easy to skate with, so fluid on the ice. You could have gone to the Olympics." He smiled at a personal memory. "Every time I watched the Olympics, I always wondered if I would see you there one day."

A delicate blush colored her cheeks a light shade of pink. "That's very kind of you to say."

He turned, skating backward and took her hands. "Tell me something. Didn't you ever think of ...