It feels like it’s starting again. I should be worried about the event tomorrow, but all I can think is I’ll be here and Logan will be in Denver.
Apart.
Distance.
The very thing that drove us apart last time.
Are we doomed to repeat the past?
The thought makes my stomach sink to my feet.
Logan must sense it too because he’s quiet as the car pulls up to the lodge at Copper Mountain.
“We’ve arrived,” the driver tells us.
Guests are arriving in the circle drive of the stone lodge. It’s lit up, like a beacon welcoming us all home.
A smile lights up Logan’s face as he pulls me across the drive to an empty fountain.
“Want to make a wish?” Logan pulls a penny from his pocket.
I grab his hand but don’t let go. “Why would I need to make a wish when I have everything I want right here?”
“Nothing for good luck?”
“Luck doesn’t measure up to good training.”
“You’re a badass, Audrey Meyers.”
Logan steps back, closes his eyes, and throws the penny over his shoulder into the empty fountain.
“What’d you wish for?”
We start walking toward the lodge where the reception is being held.
“Audrey, don’t you know anything about wishes? If you tell someone what you wished for, it won’t come true.”
“My bad,” I laugh. “How could I haveeverforgotten?”
“It’s a good thing you have me to remind you then.” He kisses the crown of my head.
Everything about tonight is perfect as we walk into the rustic ballroom of the lodge. Logan on my arm. Drinks flowing. Skiers mingling with sponsors.
“It’s almost unfair that it’s an open bar.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because we’re all competing tomorrow. No one can drink if they want to keep their edge.”
Logan grabs a water bottle from the bar and passes it over to me.
“Maybe that was my wish.”
“That I could drink?” I quirk a brow at him.
“That everyone else get so drunk they can’t compete and you win by default.”
My laugh is loud in the room. “Well now I know you definitely didn’t wish for that because you wouldn’t have told me.”
