It was one of the things I loved most about him. There were never any games to play.
“More like I need something to keep me busy.”
“Careful, don’t let Scott hear that.”
Logan laughs. Damn it. It’s still one of my favorite things to hear. “Scott already kicks my ass enough.”
“Can I get you two anything to drink?” A server comes around, interrupting our conversation. He doesn’t look like he could be any older than twelve. It makes me feel old.
“Hot chocolate with whipped cream and Bailey’s, right?” Logan asks.
I nod.
“Make it two,” Logan tells him.
It shouldn’t make me as happy as it does that he remembers my drink. After my day of skiing, I need a little something extra to warm up.
This isn’t something I pictured. Talking with Logan like this.
It’s easy. Comfortable. Something I never expected when I got here.
“What have you been up to since you got back here?” I ask, pulling my legs up into the chair. Après-ski cozy fires are one of my favorite parts of skiing.
“Honestly? Rehab.”
“Was your leg that bad?”
Logan’s eyes study me. They give nothing away. It has me squirming in my seat.
“Here you go.” The waiter drops off our drinks. I take mine and gulp down a too-hot sip, scalding my tongue. At least it gives me something to do other than think about the way Logan is looking at me.
A warmth spreads through me, and it’s not the Bailey’s doing that.
“Shit.” I try to cool my tongue. This time, Logan is smiling at me when I find his gaze.
“You okay?”
“Sorry. I was colder than I thought.” It’s a lie and we both know it.
“Do you want the real truth or what I’ve been telling people?” Logan takes his own cautious sip.
“It’s me, Logan. I want the truth.”
Even though the way he words the question has nerves gathering in my stomach.
“It wasn’t your normal break. Compound fracture. Two broken bones. We thought the one surgery was enough, but it wasn’t.”
This I know. When he didn’t rejoin the team, there was some speculation as to why. I never dug too deep into it.
“What happened?”
“The team flew me home to Dixon. With how bad it was, I didn’t want to be anywhere in Denver. It hurt too much to see everyone celebrating the win when I was in bad shape. By the time we landed, I had to be medevaced to the hospital in Jackson because I was septic.”
I try to cover the gasp, but do a poor job of it. Logan’s eyes are on his mug, his finger tracing the rim.
“I picked up an infection somewhere along the way and had to have emergency surgery to try and save my life. It was pretty close there for a while, but I pulled through. And thankfully they were able to save my leg.”
“Logan.”
