This is exactly what I needed. To get out of the chaos in Copper Mountain and be somewhere not in the thick of the team’s training.
It’s easy to get wrapped up in the drama of who’s sleeping with whom. Here? I can come to the gym, get in some runs on the nearby slopes, and head back to my tiny place. All by myself.
It’s perfect.
Between rounds, I hit the treadmill. My pace is easier than it was the first day I was here. No one to compete with or get in my head. Just the pumping of my muscles and my feet pounding the tread.
Yet, no matter what I seem to do, I feel eyes on me. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who.
Logan.
Wherever I am in the gym, his gaze is tracking me. It sends prickles down my back.
I don’t want to be affected by this man.
I thought what happened between us was in the past.
But as I move to the mats to start my next set, Logan is scrambling my brain.
My next set starts with one-leg weighted squats. It’s great for my balance, but now my concentration is shot. With Logan so close, only a mat away, it’s hard to ignore his presence.
I bend down, touching the weights to the floor, and push back up, staying on one leg.
“You’re not doing it right.”
I grimace as Logan gives advice from where he’s lying on the ground doing push-ups.
“Yes I am.”
“Your form is off.”
I take a deep breath, focusing on exactly that, and push his voice out of my head.
“My form is fine.”
“Let me help.” Logan pops up beside me.
“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.” I try to shake him off. He’s like a gnat that won’t go away.
“You’re leaning forward too much and not sinking back.” He tries to grab the weights from me.
“I said I’m fine.”
“If you do it like this—”
“I don’t need your help!” The facade snaps. I let my anger get the best of me. My eyes dart around the gym. It seems like everyone is staring at us.
Damn it. All I wanted was to come here, lie low, and finish rehab. I didn’t want eyes on me. I wanted to stay out of the limelight.
Not run into Logan and get in fights with him over technique.
“I’m fine.” I grind my teeth together, pasting on a fake smile. “Leave me alone.”
“Fine,” Logan parrots back, stalking off like he’s the wronged party.
God. Why does that makemefeel bad? It adds that much more fuel to my fire. I can do this. And do it without him. I’ve been at it for three years without him.
I don’t need him.
