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cause havoc if I decide to invite a girl to dinner and a movie.”
    “I agree. Dinner and a movie’s fine, keep it simple and fun and uncomplicated and then you can concentrate on your skating.” Whittaker stated seriously.
    “Do you ever think of anything other than skating?” Sergei asked in frustration.
    “Skating has been the focus of my life for more years than I care to count and your father did more than his fair share of putting gray hairs on my head with his antics before he met your mother. I believe if you commit yourself to something, you had better be dead serious about it or don’t waste my time. God only knows how many more years I’ve got to whip you into shape and I don’t want to be wasting those years chasing you from woman to woman. You concentrate on your skating and let me find you a partner.”
    “It was agreed I would have the final say as to my partner. Remember?” Sergei reminded his coach sternly, his gaze steady, his tone firm.
    “I remember, and you will have final say. But let me select who I think would be a good match for you and then you and I will decide who’s best. Agreed?” Whittaker asked, offering his hand to Sergei.
    Sergei accepted Whittaker’s hand, clutching it firmly and shook in agreement. He trusted his coach to do what was right for him and his soon to be partner, whoever she was. And at the same time, Whit-taker knew Sergei could make his life a living hell if he chose to do so. After all the years of having to deal with Aleksei’s rebellion phase, the last thing he wanted to do was go through the same torment with Sergei.
    “You won’t be disappointed, Sergei. Trust me. I’ll find you a partner the likes of which you’ve never seen before.”
    “I’m sure you will. But just remember, I’m much easier to please than Dani, and Dani, despite her sworn statement to keep her nose out of my business, is going to put her two cents worth in whether we want it or not. Dani’s the one you’re going to have to convince, not me, and unfortunately, the girl knows her skating.” Sergei stated truthfully.
    Whittaker’s frown of understanding spoke volumes. It was true; Sergei was much easier to deal with than his younger sister was. Sergei was the calm, easy-going, sensible, slow to anger sibling while his sister was a powder keg of emotion and passion just looking for a place to explode. She loved her brother completely and unquestioningly, and despite her oft-erred attempts to save him from himself, she found herself having to face the fact once her brother got something in his mind, he finished it to completion. Right or wrong, good or bad, fast or slow, and it broke her heart to know she could have kept him from experiencing some of the pain, both physical and emotional, he’d had to go through, if only he would have listened to her.
    Now, both he and Whittaker, would have to find a partner whom his sister could accept, who could skate on the same level as he and was physically capable of both keeping up with him and matched styles. No easy task, for sure!
    Sergei cast a final glance at the crowd of girls circling the rink and shook his head in frustration. “You’ve got your work cut out for you, Coach. Good luck. I hope you know what you’re doing.” Sergei voiced in concern, turning and walking toward the double doors that exited the ice rink.
    “That makes two of us, son. That makes two of us.” Whittaker mumbled to himself, then returned his attention to the rink filled with female skaters, picked up the remote microphone and announced the official try-outs would begin.
    Sergei flinched in surprise as the excited scream filtered through the brick walls of the ice house, and reached him at the snack bar where he awaited his ordered soft drink. The shrill noise caused all in the open lobby to look toward the direction of the ice rink, and the young girl attending the snack bar smiled as she handed him his drink. “Let me guess, the auditions for your