“I’m serious!” I balk. “I’m not like…Logan and don’t listen.”
“Who’s saying I don’t listen?”
“Audrey’s calling you out, man.” Scott looks giddy. It’s almost like he knows there’s tension between the two of us.
My guess is Heather has filled him in. Men aren’t that observant.
“I take offense to that. I listen.”
“Do you?” I cross my arms at him, mirroring Scott’s stance.
“Why do I feel like I’m in trouble and I didn’t do anything for once?”
I point a finger at him. “The for once is the problem there.”
“Hey!” He throws his hands up in defense. “I was doing just fine minding my own business with my own damn workout.”
“I’m not getting in the middle of this.” Scott turns to leave. “Audrey, I’ll see you back here Monday and not a minute before. Take care of that leg.”
“What happened?” Logan’s eyes dart to mine.
I walk over to the lockers, mindful of said leg. It hurts, but nothing that I haven’t dealt with before.
“Just overdid it.”
“Mind if I take a look?”
Logan’s face is soft, like he really does want to help me. I don’t want to have to rely on him. I don’t want to show him any weakness.
Considering how long he’s been rehabbing here, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“Sure.”
Dropping to his knees in front me, he digs his thumbs into the tender muscles by my knee. It takes everything I have not to jump at his touch. But the way he starts moving them?
“That feels good.”
“I know.” He’s not looking at me, concentrating on what he’s doing. The cocky smile on his face gives him away. “I know all the tricks.”
It feels too good. Having his hands on me like this. It’s an innocent touch, but it sends my mind reeling. Heat sizzling in my veins. Closing my eyes, I lean back into the locker for support and let Logan help me.
It’s been a long few years without him. Being here with him like this almost makes me forget them.
“Try standing on that.” His words break me out of my reverie.
“Wow. That feels a lot better.” I take a few steps.
“Told you I know a thing or two.” Logan winks and goes to leave.
“How do you do it?” I call him back.
“Do what?”
“Deal with a setback this close to the end.”
Logan leans against the lockers. I don’t miss the way his biceps flex. He crosses one leg over the other. I really need to stop looking at him like this.
Like I’m thawing to the man that broke my heart.
