I don’t want to be. It’s easier on me to keep up the wall.
He gives me a soft smile. “I make a wish.”
“You’re still doing that?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Never hurts to have a little luck.”
It’s the one thing Logan and I always did together. No matter where we were in the world, if there was a fountain, we’d make a wish.
A good race. A good game. Another chance to see one another.
It might seem silly, but it was something we always did.
Together.
And the fact that he still does it? My heart is clattering around in my chest.
“Besides,”—brown eyes laser in on mine—“every once in a while, they’ll come true.”
“Oh yeah?”
“It brought you back, didn’t it?”
ChapterEight
AUDREY
Finally.
My first day off since I arrived in Jackson. Not that I wanted it to come at the expense of potentially hurting myself, but still. My muscles ache in the best way now. That familiar feeling when I move my body. Even with the small setback, I need a break.
Scott has been pushing me to my limit every day, and with his help, I’ll be ready for the events out in Lake Placid in January.
It’ll be a tight one to qualify for the games, but not unheard of.
The lightest of snow is falling, making the tiny town of Jackson even more picturesque.
Antler arches over the main square.
The sloped mountains looking postcard-worthy just beyond town.
Shops and restaurants lining the streets.
With ski season underway, it’s bustling.
Zipping my coat up, I head to the one restaurant that I never visited before. The Screaming Moose.
An old moose head, decked out with Christmas lights, welcomes me inside. Dark, wood-paneled walls are decorated with more moose heads than I’ve ever seen in my life. Pictures of Jackson haphazardly hang from the walls. A counter with stools lines one wall while the rest of the diner is buzzing with people.
“Hi there, darlin’. Table for one?” an older woman greets me at the hostess stand.
“Can I order carry-out?”
“Sure thing. Order at the counter when you’re ready.” She winks at me and hands me a menu that looks bigger than the phonebook.
My eyes grow wider at each flip of the page. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a menu so detailed.
Bison burgers.
