I glide off the lift and head straight into my run.
Form is perfect. Knee feels good. Everything about this run is exactly as it should be.
Being that these runs are easier, even the black diamonds, it lets my mind wander.
What if I was sent here for a reason?
Logan was my everything once upon a time. Even if he couldn’t be at every race, I still felt his support. I got to Denver for his games when I could. There was something magical about watching him play. The way he could read a defense and make a cut to get down the field and score was sometimes breathtaking.
Anytime we were apart, we’d video call.
Why would Switzerland have been any different?
Focusing on the past isn’t going to help either of us.
But…could this be a second chance for us?
It’s been on my mind nonstop since he told me the truth.
With the snow picking up and the cold setting in, I fly to the bottom of the mountain, ready to get inside. I kick off my skis and head toward the lodge.
A wall of heat hits me as I walk in, then run smack into someone. Someone that is built, if the muscles my hands find have anything to say about it.
“Audrey.”
It’s like my thoughts summoned him here. Of course it’d be Logan.
“Hey.” An easy smile curves the corner of his lips.
“Hi.” There’s a note of shock in my voice. If it weren’t for the snow pinkening my cheeks already, my blush would show.
“What are you doing out here?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I return his smile.
“Right.” He kicks at something on the ground. This isn’t a side of Logan I’m used to.
Strong. Confident. Playful. Loving. Easy to laugh. That’s how I would have described Logan to anyone.
Shy? This is something that’s new.
“What are you doing out here?”
I pull off my hat, brushing off the snow that’s collected there.
“I had to drop off an order from the Tipsy Cocktail.”
“Peter’s bar, right?” I drop down into one of the chairs by the fireplace. My legs are gassed after a hard day of runs.
“Yeah. Can I?” He points to the chair opposite me.
“Sure.”
“I’ve been helping out there when I can.”
“Football isn’t paying the bills anymore?”
He rubs a hand behind his neck. His nervous tell. I hate that I still know these things about him. Logan was never shy about showing me how he felt. He was an open book.
