“Nothing with Logan has ever been casual. I’m not about to start now.”
“You’re killing me, Audrey. Just imagine how good it would be. You always said it was the best sex of your life.”
“I regret telling you that.”
“No you don’t. Now, be a dear and bag Logan so I can live vicariously through you.”
She hangs up before I can get another word in.
Some best friend she is.
Except…she’s not wrong.
All I’ve been thinking about since our date is that almost kiss. About wanting more with Logan. Being with him now and remembering the memories from before is creating a storm of emotions in me.
Do I want more with him? Yes.
Wrapped up with him in that igloo felt like we could start something new. That we could move on from the past and start over.
I want that. More than I ever thought possible.
But I’m still wary. A crushed heart will do that to you.
Pushing into the gym, I’m met with a wall of heat and noise, warming me down to my bones.
And the man who is absorbing my every thought is laid out on the mat, stretching. Watching the delicious way his thighs strain against his shorts does nothing to quell the thoughts stirring inside me.
“Hey Audrey.”
Heather’s voice startles me.
“Hi.”
“Looking at anything interesting?”
“No,” I answer too quickly.
“Right.” She gives me the side-eye, clearly not believing me. “Scott’s got some exercises for you today. Short day, then you can hit the slopes.”
“Fine by me.”
Any day spent skiing is a good day in my books.
I only need to make it through the morning here, not ogling Logan, to get there. Which is easier said than done after I hang up my coat and make my way over to Scott.
“Audrey. Glad you’re here. I’ve got something different for you two today.”
“Great.”
It’s not like I can argue with him. He knows this stuff the best.
Logan’s waiting on the other side of him. His eyes take a slow perusal of me from head to toe. I feel it everywhere.
How can one glance from this man make me want to throw all common sense out the window and do the one thing my body craves?
“I want you both on the block. You’ll each hold on to the ball, and the first to drop loses. Sounds easy enough, but it’ll help build your balance. We’ll do a few rounds and then hit the treadmills. Sound good?”
“Works for me.” Logan steps up to the small box that we’ll be standing on. I mirror his stance. “Want to make a bet out of this?”
