And the more I’m out and about on my leg, the better off I’ll be.
Except, fuck, it’s freezing today.
The sooner I can get to the gym, the sooner I can be home and not around the man who is now consuming my every thought.
What are the odds that I would run into Logan?
Pushing open the door to the gym, I’m met with a wall of heat.
I’m ready to work this man out of my system. Nothing helps my busy mind more than getting lost in a workout.
“Audrey, hey.” Scott greets me as I shrug out of my coat. “How are you adjusting to Jackson?”
“Good. Although, I’m pretty sure a moose woke me up at two in the morning?”
Scott laughs. “Are you by chance staying by the Screaming Moose?”
I wince. “That rings a bell.”
“One of Jackson’s most notorious hotspots. The moose on top of the bar screams sometimes. No one can figure out how to change it, so it starts screaming whenever it wants. A town legend if you will.”
“Are you talking about Mike?”
Urgh. I wish that voice didn’t sound like nails on a chalkboard to me right now. Except it does.
Logan.
His smile is bright as he inserts himself in our conversation.
“Audrey is staying near the Screaming Moose.”
“Whose name is apparently Mike,” I grumble.
“You’ll learn to love him,” Logan tells me, eyes trained on me. “We all do.”
He holds my gaze. As if telling me I’ll learn to love him again.
Fat chance of that happening.
Not when he ripped my heart out and stomped all over it.
“What’s the plan for today, Scott?” I ask, shaking off Logan’s stare. If I’m going to be here with him the next few weeks, I need to put him in my rearview mirror. Shrug him off like I did my coat and do what I came to do.
“Today is leg day for you.” The sadist that he is grins at me.
I groan. “My favorite.”
“And when you win your next medal, you can thank me in your victory speech.”
“I’ll be sure to do that.”
Scott walks me through my workout for the day. Nothing that I haven’t already been doing at home.
Moving off to my own mat, far away from Logan, I run through my drills. The gym fills up around me as the day moves on.
The more work I do, the more squats I sink into, the easier it is to quiet the storm of emotions inside of me.
My presence here goes unnoticed. It could be because of Scott’s notoriety, but it seems famous athletes are the norm around here.
