Whipping up a hot chocolate, I add a shot of Bailey’s. It’s my favorite drink, but I only allow myself to indulge in it once a week while training.
“It was interesting.”
“Why interesting?”
I drop down onto the small couch next to Lily.
“I’m going to finish my rehab in Wyoming.”
Lily knows all about my history with Logan. Even just having to tell her this is going to stir up so many feelings. Feelings I thought I was done with.
“Wyoming? Why Wyoming?”
“Because the pressure here is too much for me.”
“Did that dick come sniffing around again?”
“He’s always around.”
“And you’re just going to leave me here? To go…where exactly in Wyoming?”
“Jackson.”
“Wait. You’re going to Jackson?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Logan’s there.”
I wince as she says his name. Apparently I’m not as over him as I thought. Because it shouldn’t hurt to hear his name, right?
“We don’t know that.”
“But what if he is?”
I gulp down a mouthful of hot chocolate, needing it to soothe my fraying nerves.
“I have no idea where he is.”
“You mean to tell me you haven’t been keeping tabs on him lately?” The way she cocks her eyebrow at me tells me she knows it’s a lie.
“Right now? No.”
Last year? Yes.
So not a total lie.
Even though I hadn’t talked to him in ages, I couldn’t help but watch him in the Super Bowl. It was his dream. And watching him take that hit?
It took everything I had in me not to call him and see how he was doing. I knew he’d be rehabbing, so I let him be. Pushed all news of him to the side.
Especially after I suffered from my own injury. That took all of my focus.
“Let me get this straight. You’re just going to flit into Jackson, finish your rehab program, and then flit on out like it’s no big deal?”
“Right. No big deal.”
Maybe if I keep saying it to myself, it won’t be.
