Harris wasn’t just all talk; he really didn’t show up again until the day of the match. And if he said Ashton would be there, I knew he wasn’t bluffing. Not that it mattered to me anymore.

Turns out, even the deepest love can’t survive too much disappointment. Logan—once upon a time—and now Ashton had both proven that with ease.

Harris came back early on the third morning. I was sitting on the terrace in a rocking chair, watching the sunrise spill its colors across ...