“A year? How bad was his injury?”
“You don’t know?” Gemma asks.
“Gemma,” Ivy hisses. “It’s not like they were together.”
“He was lost without you,” Gemma goes on, ignoring Ivy.
“What?” This woman is going to give me whiplash at how fast she’s changing topics. “He dumped me.”
“Just because you’re not with someone, doesn’t mean you don’t still love them.”
“Could we please not talk about this?”
An awkward silence settles over the table. Thankfully, the waitress chooses that moment to drop off our food. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see a salad in my life.
“Willow. Lunch is here.”
She skips her way back over to the table and happily digs into her chicken fingers.
Sorry, Gemma mouths to me. I give her a smile, letting her know not to worry about it.
That’ll be me for the next few weeks. Churning over everything she just told me. Whether she meant to or not.
The rest of lunch is easy conversation, mostly Willow chatting about anything that comes to mind. It’s a nice distraction from Gemma’s words.
Logan was lost? He’s the one that broke my heart. He doesn’t get to act like the victim in all of this. But something else Gemma said is ringing louder.
Logan’s been in rehab for a year? Sure, I knew he hurt himself, but is this the same injury? I made it a point not to search out information about him. And if it is from that same injury in the Super Bowl, what happened that made him wait so long to start rehab?
When I say goodbye to Gemma, Ivy, and Willow, all I’m left feeling is confused.
I told myself I’d be okay not speaking to Logan at the gym after seeing him for the first time. Am I still okay with that? I don’t know, but Gemma’s words make me want to dig a little deeper. Figure out what’s going on with him.
The Logan I knew never had a care in the world. The one I saw for the first time in years is the same way.
What if it’s all a facade? What if there’s more going on?
So much for burying my head in the sand and ignoring the man. Because all I want to do now is ask him these questions.
Serves me right for coming to the Screaming Moose.
ChapterNine
LOGAN
“Have you given any thought as to when you’ll take your physical?”
I eye Scott from my spot on the mat. I got here early, needing to work myself hard. Things with Audrey have been…weird.
It’s like one minute she hates me and the next she’s looking at me like she wants to be my friend.
It’s fucking with my head.
And no better way to clear it—the upstairs one—than with a hard workout.
“Ready to get rid of me?”
Sitting up, I wipe the sweat from my brow. Even though the garage doors are open letting in the cool air, it’s hot in here.
