“I’ll pick you up at eight?” he asks.
“Eight.” I nod in confirmation. “Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“This thing between us?” I wave a finger back and forth. “We need to go slow.”
“Slow?” He quirks a brow at me.
“Slow,” I confirm.
Logan takes a few steps backward, watching me as he slips his hat back on. The lust is gone from his eyes, a playful smile now etched across his features.
This is the Logan I remember. The one that made it so easy to fall in love with him. He didn’t have a care in the world and would drop everything to come see me race.
“I can do slow, Audrey. You’re back in my life after all these years, I’ll give you whatever you need. I can be a fucking turtle if you need me to.”
I laugh. “A turtle.”
“A turtle. One who needs to get moving if he has any hope of hitting the road tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Logan.”
With a wink, he’s gone.
Sending all of my emotions swimming through me. From that kiss to needing to take things slow with him. As much as I want to dive headfirst into things with Logan, there’s a lot riding on these next few weeks.
Maybe slow is all I can handle right now.
Because what happens if I qualify for the games and Logan rejoins the team? We’ll be split in two different directions. Again.
Slow is best.
Even if my heart wants more.
ChapterEighteen
AUDREY
“How on earth do you plan on spending the next day or so locked in a car with Logan?” Lily hisses over the phone.
“You know you don’t have to be quiet, right?”
“What if he is there with you?”
“He’s not.”
I’m waiting outside for him to come pick me up, watching the snow that has been falling steadily for the last few hours. Spending the day’s drive with him is something I’m now looking forward to.
Maybe my heart is softening toward the man I love.
Loved.
There is no current love for that man.
Like, sure. But love?
Even though we cleared the air between us and we seem to be moving forward together, I don’t know if I can ever truly let myself be all in with him.
