Page 25 of Yours To Forget


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I didn’t then. And I don’t now.

If this is how the next few weeks are going to be, I would’ve been better off staying in Copper Mountain.

Fucking ex-boyfriend fucking with my head.

So much for a peaceful few weeks away.

ChapterSeven

AUDREY

“Two more sets, Audrey, and then I want you to stretch before hitting the treadmill.”

“Got it, Scott.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” Scott warns me. “You athletes don’t know your own limits sometimes.”

“I’m okay.”

I dig into the skater lunges, moving and twisting my body. I don’t know how, but in the short time I’ve been here, I already feel stronger, if that’s possible. This is exactly what I needed.

Scott is one of the best, and it’s like he knows what we need to do without us knowing it. Trainers like him don’t come along often, so I want to take advantage while I can.

These two weeks since I arrived have flown by. I’m getting stronger and stronger. My life revolves around this place and the nearby ski slopes. Because with any hope, I’ll be out of here in a few weeks and off to my qualifiers.

Except on the next rep, when my knee bends, something feels wrong and I drop to the mat.

“Damn it.” I pound my fist into the mat.

“Are you okay?” Scott appears before me. It seems no matter where he is in the gym, he’s always right there when you need him.

“It hurts.” I wince as Scott moves my leg.

“Did anything pop?”

I shake my head.

“Just a pull, I think.” I press the heels of my hands into my eyes. Shit, this is not what I needed.

“I can take you into town for an X-ray if you think you need it, but is it possible you just overdid it?”

“I don’t need one.”

The last thing I need is this getting back my coach and him scaling back my workouts. I reach for his hand, standing up. There’s a bit of pressure, but nothing that I can’t live with.

Thank God.

If I couldn’t put any weight on it, it’d be the worst possible scenario. I have the next few months mapped out—almost down to the minute.

And a setback is not in my plans.

“I want you to take the next few days off and rest it. And I mean it. We won’t let you in here if you try to come. This is what I mean about knowing your limits.”

“I wasn’t doing anything hard.”

Unlike some people, I actually listen to my trainers. I want to get healthy and back to peak shape as much as the next person.

He raises a brow in my direction, folding his beefy arms across his chest.