To Logan Winchester.
It seems like neither of us let the other one go.
My mind is reeling at his confession.
What if I had told him? Would we still be together? Would we have been there for each other during our darkest days?
The feelings I had toward Logan—anger and hatred—start to slide away. All this time, I thought he didn’t care. And why would I when he cast me aside like that?
We were young when we first got together. We got caught up in the emotions of loving someone.
It turns out, I was wrong. Wrong about so many things.
Logan Winchester isn’t the man I thought he was.
What if that means I’m here for a reason?
Is there a second chance in our future?
Maybe. Just…maybe.
ChapterEleven
AUDREY
There’s nothing like the feeling of flying down the mountain. The swishing of the skis beneath my boots. The snow pelting me in the face.
It’s one of the best feelings in the world.
And also helps me clear my head.
Logan’s confession the other night has been playing on repeat in my head. I tried to make our relationship ending so abruptly work in my head so many times.
Was it something I did? Did he fall out of love with me? Was there another woman?
Never in my wildest dreams did I think he knew about Switzerland. I kept it so close to the vest, scared how he would take the news. He’s a professional football player and I’m a professional skier. Trying to make that work? It would’ve been too hard.
I didn’t know how our relationship would survive it.
But Logan made the decision for us.
Would I trade the time I spent in Switzerland? Not for anything. It made me the skier I am today. I could’ve done without the abject heartbreak though.
I cruise down the bottom of the hill. The Tetons aren’t the hardest mountains to ski, but it’s my happy place. These hills are familiar.
Every time Logan brought me here during the winter, we’d go skiing. Logan wasn’t the best, opting for caution—no surprise with his career—but I loved the time we got to share together.
Thinking about it now isn’t causing that ache in my chest to bloom. Before, anytime I thought about it, it would threaten to split me open. It’s why I locked that chapter of my life up into a neat little box.
Now? Now I wish Logan were here with me to ski today.
With the snow coming down in soft waves, it’s the perfect day for skiing.
And being that it’s the middle of the day, the slopes aren’t packed. Groups of kids are learning to ski while others are weaving down the mountain.
Kicking the snow off my skis, I take the lift back to the top.
Cold, deep breaths flood my lungs as I gaze out over the mountain. Deep paths are carved through the snow. Some cut through the pine trees as they all point down to the lodge.
