“Remember those games we used to play?” I quirk a brow at him.
He growls, his hold slipping ever so slightly.
Oh yeah, he remembers.
“That’s what I want.”
“If I lose,” Logan starts, “you want to play one of our old games?”
My gaze never strays from his. I can see his eyes widen at what my words mean.
There’s no denying this thing between us. Over the last few weeks, Logan has torn down every wall I put up, reminding me of one simple fact.
I want him. It’s always been him. And I want to spend every second I can with him until I head back to Colorado.
“Scared?”
Logan laughs, shifting his balance ever so slightly.
“No. I don’t think you know what a bet is. It sounds like we’re both winning here.”
“Maybe I’m just trying to get you to lose.”
“You should know by now, Audrey,”—Logan leans in, his lips by my ears sending shockwaves racing through me—“I’ll do anything to win.”
“And what do you get if you win?” This time, it’s my voice that’s breathy.
When he speaks again, his lips brush my ear. It’s almost enough to send me falling to the mat, but I right myself just in time. “Remember that night in Lake Placid?”
Do I ever… It was the single hottest night of my life. I had a competition and Logan had a bye week. It was one of the few times he was able to come meet me during the season.
My legs falter under the memory. The way Logan worshipped my body. Sent me spiraling to heights I never dreamed of hitting.
“I want that.”
Logan pulls back and I shift toward him, like if I don’t stay connected to him, I’ll lose him again.
It’s the smallest of movements. But it’s enough of a move that has both of us losing our balance. Except Logan tries to overcorrect and falls off the step right on his ass.
“Yes! I win!” I hold the ball up before jumping down to get in Logan’s face. “Looks like you lost.”
Holding out a hand, I help Logan up off the mat. He doesn’t let go.
“Are either one of us really losing here, Audrey?”
My thighs clench together at the way his voice comes out.
Being here like this with Logan was the furthest thing from my mind when I landed in Jackson. All I wanted was some space to train and get back to racing shape before the games.
Now, with Logan here, my mind—and my heart—are being pulled in two different directions. Can I have it all again?
“Hey Audrey. Got a call for you.” Scott comes over, handing me the gym’s phone. I recognize the number on the screen.
“Hang on.” I throw up a finger toward Logan and head to find a spot with more privacy.
“Hey, Coach.”
“Audrey. How you feeling?”
