Logan is football. Who is he without it?
“You still with me?” Lily snaps her fingers in front of my face.
“Sorry. Thinking about Logan.”
“How’d his physical with the team go?” she asks, leaning against my headboard.
“Fine from what he told me.”
“You didn’t get the details?”
“We were more concerned about other things.”
“I bet you were.” She waggles her eyebrows at me.
“Stop it.” I shove at her.
“I want details.”
“You get none. I need to get ready.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Sure you do. You just don’t want to tell me about all the hot sex you’re having now.”
“Maybe after the race.”
“I don’t believe you.” She pops off the bed and waltzes out the door. “Coffee is ready if you want some of your own.”
“Thanks, Lil.”
The rest of the morning goes exactly like any other race morning. Light breakfast, warm-ups in the gym, and two runs down an easy hill to get my feet under me.
By the time I’m in the gondola up to the competitors’ waiting area, the jitters to get moving have hit me. Not to mention the huge grin on my face from what Logan and I did in here last night.
People from all over the world are at this event. Some are trying for their first qualifier, others are faces I recognize and am friendly with, having done this for almost half my life.
But now isn’t the time to socialize.
Coach goes through the usual pre-race warm-ups with me. The conditions are perfect today, which meansIhave to be better than perfect.
As the skier before me enters the gate, I step up.
A moment of intense calm hits me.
Nothing else matters right now except getting down the mountain with one of the top times. I don’t need to be number one today. I just need to qualify in the top eight.
“You’ve got this, Audrey,” Coach hollers from his place near the gate. “Tight tucks and easy turns.”
I nod at him, moving my goggles over my eyes. Tapping my helmet once for luck, I get in position.
Ready to race.
The horn sounds and I speed out of the gate.
Everything feels good as I head for the first turn.
Easy. Like riding a bike.
Fuck yeah.
