“Oh.” Lily’s voice is loud and clear on the other end of the phone. “Then how are you feeling?”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. You were in love with this guy for years. Years, Audrey. Years.”
She doesn’t see the eye roll I give her. “I know that, Lily. Believe me, I know.”
“So it can’t be fine. Try again.”
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. This is why I love Lily. She’s one of the only people to call me on my bullshit.
“Would it be weird if I told you I was looking forward to it?”
“Of course not.” Her voice is softer this time. “You two meant a lot to each other.”
Things with Logan have been easier than when I first got here. The feeling of wanting to slap him is gone. It’s better now. That hardness I felt toward him is gone.
It’s like I can see the Logan that I fell in love with.
Not that I’ve been looking for that man. Or that he’s still there. We’ve both changed. And I only have one goal in sight.
Qualifying for the games in a couple of months.
“You’ll be there this weekend?” I ask her.
“I’ll be waiting for you. Now, can I give you one piece of advice?”
“What’s that?”
“Use condoms. There’s no way you two aren’t going to bang. Love you, bye!” she calls out, ending the call quickly.
Heat licks up my cheeks. Leave it to her to give me that reminder.
A big, unassuming black truck pulls up in front of the sidewalk.
“Looking for a ride?” Logan’s face peers out the window.
“I don’t know. I was told never to take a ride from a stranger.”
Logan hops out of the truck and comes over to my side. With his ski cap pulled low, pink cheeks, and a red nose, he looks so good that seeing him makes my traitorous heart beat faster.
A tug deep inside my chest pulls toward him.
Clearly it didn’t get the memo we’re taking this slow.
“Well, it’s a good thing we aren’t strangers then.” He winks at me. Hair curls around the bottom of his hat as he leans over to grab my bags. “Is this really all you have?”
“What?” I shrug a shoulder. “I wasn’t planning on staying here that long.”
“That’s obvious.”
Logan opens my door like the gentleman that he is.
“You ready?” He rubs his cold hands together, blowing into them.
Being in this tight, enclosed space with Logan is already messing with my head. The scent of him is overwhelming.
He always smelled amazing. I don’t know what cologne he used, but it was embedded in every cell of his. It’s why I still have one of his sweatshirts.
