“Love you too, bro,” I call after his retreating form.
Audrey’s already marching off behind him to the free weights.
“Audrey.”
“What?” Her voice is edgy, like she’s already accepted the fact that I’m here and she can’t wish me away.
“It’s good to see you.”
I leave it at that, turning to head home. Back to Dixon.
Even though there’s nothing I want more than to turn around and see her. Drink her in. Let my eyes have their fill of her. It’s been too damn long since I’ve seen her. Since I’ve felt anything real.
Sure, I dated a few women after her. But no one ever compared. Audrey was the bar that no one ever came close to reaching.
It’s surreal that she’s here.
Audrey is in Jackson.
My Audrey.
When I left her, I never thought I’d see her again. That was it. We were over. Done. Nothing more was to ever come of our relationship.
Maybe it’s not just a second chance to regain my football career.
Maybe it’s a second chance for the two of us.
ChapterFive
LOGAN
“You’re looking really good, Logan.”
“Thanks, Heather.”
“Now give me ten more.”
I laugh. “I should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. You’re worse than Scott.”
I hate squat presses, but I know they’re good for me. Centering my focus, I power through the last set of the day.
Rehab hasn’t been easy, but these last few weeks I’m finally—fucking finally—feeling like myself again. Like I’m the football player I used to be.
“I’m really proud of you, Logan. The progress you’ve made is incredible.” She wraps me in a quick hug after I’m done. Heather and Scott have become like family to me. Being that I practically live here, it’s hard not to feel that way.
Turning toward the water cooler, a set of glaring brown eyes meet mine.
Audrey.
“What are you looking at?”
The furrow between her brow only gets deeper. “Nothing. Why are you assuming I’m looking at you?”
Just like Audrey. Never wanting to be caught doing something she isn’t supposed to be doing.
“Well, you were.”
“Was not.”
