Anton had seemed about to say something to Hannah, but he skipped a beat as he saw Henry. He snapped his jaw shut, his gaze dropping to the ugly gray floor.

Whoa. What the fuck? Henry had never mentioned having beef with Anton, but his jaw was clenched so hard it was about to snap.

“Hey.” Anton lifted his chin toward us, looking at me.

I put on a smile. “Hey!” I didn’t really know Anton and Hannah, but we’d been at the same competitions before.

Henry disappeared from beside me, and I spun to see him powering back toward the bathroom. Maybe he actually did need to pee? I did, but was holding it since we’d already been in there.

Hannah watched Henry go with a pinched, sad expression as Anton tugged her hand, his gaze anywhere but on Henry. They continued on to get their bags, and I was left wondering what the hell just happened. Manon and Bill were deep in conversation and hadn’t seemed to notice.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think Henry and Anton had a history.

Did I know better? Despite his initial awkwardness, Henry had insisted it wasn’t his first time. Had he and Anton hooked up in the past? I searched my memory for gossip about Anton playing for our team but came up blank. Weren’t Hannah and Anton together off the ice too? Or maybe I assumed they were since so many ice dance and pairs teams dated.

“Theo, isn’t that yours?” Bill asked.

I dodged around the clumps of people waiting and managed to grab my suitcase before it did another lap of the belt. Was I reading too much into it? It didn’t matter if Henry and Anton had hooked up before. Or to be more accurate, it shouldn’t have mattered.

But I found I didn’t like the idea at all. Which was ridiculous! Henry and I were just…whatever. We’d been hanging out, and now we were at the Olympics and we weren’t doing anything but skating.

Besides, he didn’t owe me anything. Whatever had gone down between him and Anton had clearly not ended well. There was nothing to be jealous about. Since when did I do jealousy? I didn’t. It was fine.

Yet I hated the look that had come over Henry’s face when Anton had appeared. The expression had been…

Hunted. That was the word that popped into my head. Henry had a tense, hunted expression, and I didn’t like it one bit. I shot glances to the bathroom, wondering if I should go after him.

Did he want me to follow and find out what was wrong? Maybe I should go. But before I could, he returned, talking to Etienne Allard, the Canadian ice dancer dating his brother. Well, nodding as Etienne talked.

Etienne’s partner, Bree, appeared and gave me an excited hug, and I tried to focus. I said, “Congrats on making the team! You guys crushed it.”

She beamed, tucking her blonde hair behind one ear and clearly trying to be humble. “Anita and Christopher did so well even to compete. If they’d had more time after Anita’s injury…”