Logan’s POV
The gym was empty except for the sound of my fists slamming into the punching bag. Each hit sent a sharp ache up my arm, but I welcomed the pain. It was better than thinking. Better than remembering.
After last night, after seeing her, I hadn’t been able to get Ava out of my damn head. The way she looked at me like she saw me for the first time had messed me up more than I wanted to admit.
I landed another punch, breathing hard.
“You trying to kill the bag or yourself?”
I turned to see Aaron leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his usual cocky smirk in place.
What the f**k does he want?
I rolled my shoulders. “What do you want?”
He strolled in, tossing a football between his hands. “I think you know.”
I grabbed my towel, wiping the sweat from my face. “Not in the
