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“Fair enough. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting the best for you.”

“How are you so perfect?” The words slip from me.

I don’t know how I got so lucky all those years ago. To bump into this man at the perfect moment at a football game.

I don’t know if I could ever wish for anything more than Logan’s presence back in my life. He’s worth all the gold medals I have combined.

“I’d do anything for you. Anything.”

Logan is at my side all night as I schmooze the sponsors and coaches. People are talking to him about his own sport as much as they are mine.

He’s a natural with these people. The darling of the ball.

And before I know it, the evening is wrapping up. Thank God.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” Logan whispers.

I nod. “How about a gondola ride before we leave?”

“There’s nothing I want more.”

ChapterTwenty-Four

LOGAN

It’s been a wild day.

After working out with the trainers earlier today, I rushed out of there like a bat out of hell.

No matter how good I felt, I don’t know if it was enough. It’s a fear I’m not yet ready to face.

My fate in the NFL.

Instead of sitting at home in my condo in Denver, I wanted to be here for Audrey. Even if only for a night.

I ask our driver to wait for a bit longer, then hurry back to Audrey where she’s waiting by the gondolas.

The soft lights make her look like an angel. When she opened the door tonight, she took my breath away.

How did I get so lucky?

It made me realize I was never over her. No matter what I did to try and get over Audrey, it was all a Band-Aid.

She is it for me.

And no matter what happens in these next few days, I’ll always put Audrey first.

She has to come first.

“Hey, sexy.” Her voice is a beacon pulling me to her.

“Backatcha.”

The car pulls up and Audrey and I step inside. With the event tonight, the team was offering rides to anyone that was here. And unlike the lifts back home, this one is enclosed. A warm, dark space hiding the people inside.

Audrey steps up to the windows as we start our slow ascent with a few other people.

They make idle chitchat as we ascend toward the top of the mountain. I perch against the railing, my eyes not leaving Audrey.