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 ...