I’ve never been a nervous flier. But I’m nervous about where I’m going. No matter what I told everyone back at home.
Coming back to Jackson is messing with my head.
This was always Logan’s place. His territory. I feel like I shouldn’t be coming here. But I can’t keep going the way I have been in Copper Mountain.
The fucking press are just waiting for the merest hint of a story. It’s not something I want to deal with.
Thankfully I was able to sneak out of town without anyone finding out.
Which means I can train in peace without Trent finding me here. Without him constantly hounding me for a quote. I’m not sure how many times I can get away with no comment before he becomes even more aggressive.
The pilot’s voice comes over the intercom as seatbelts are fastened and tray tables are stowed.
Pushing the thought of the press out of my mind, I try to focus on the task at hand.
I can do this.
I’ve faced down some of the scariest mountains in whiteout conditions. Who says I’m going to see Logan here?
I’m a badass. I’ve won a gold medal. Hell, two gold medals.
I’m not going to let something like the potential of seeing my ex get in the way of the amazing opportunity I have here.
I’m lucky to be able to come here and work with one of the best in the industry. Someone to keep pushing me to get better and better.
I surge forward as the plane kisses the runway, slowing down as the small airport comes into view. I grab my carry-on and am one of the first ones off the plane.
There are only a few gates here, so it’s not hard to find my baggage claim.
It’s nice here—no wandering eyes looking at me like they might know who I am. Everyone is always trying to find someone they know at Copper Mountain.
This is going to be good for me.
The luggage carousel keeps turning, fewer and fewer bags, with mine not in sight. It’s then I notice a mop of brown hair standing farther down the line. His back is to me, but it sends a shot of awareness through me.
Oh shit.
He’s the right height. Same build.
What are the fucking chances that Logan would be here, waiting for bags at the same place I am? Would it be bad to abandon my bags and come back later?
There’s no way I can have a conversation with him right now.
It happens in a split second. It’s like he can feel my stare beating into the back of his head as he turns ever so slightly.
“Holy shit.” I duck into the closest open doorway. I don’t want to see if he saw me dart out of there. My heart is pounding in my chest, mouth as dry as the desert as I wait for this feeling to pass.
It couldn’t have been him, right?
I’m hiding away like a little kid. I’m a grown-up and I should be able to handle dealing with my ex. Not hiding out in some room in the airport.
“Umm, excuse me?” The deep voice of a man startles me.
Spinning on my heel, my eyes go wide.
Not just any room, apparently.
The men’s bathroom.
