Paris stood at the ski resort. The crowd for Texas and Montana was in full force. The air was electric, a huge crowd of two thousand. It was packed. All Montana’s old hits played in the background. Logan was supposed to meet her at the gate. He’d called her from a burner phone earlier and told her about the talk with Shane. The fight.

Her insides were all jumbled and she hadn’t been able to eat dinner with Ty and her father. Ty had asked her why she wasn’t eating and she’d pretended to cut up some bites, but really just pushed them around the plate. How could they make it work if Logan and Shane couldn’t get along?

She didn’t blame Shane. She couldn’t. She’d lived it all with him.

Her mind flitted back to Ty. Good thing her father was there; he’d taken care of Ty, entertaining him with the boat and painting rocks and the array of VHS movies, which was what they’d been up to when she’d left an hour ago. All her thoughts were in disarray and she felt like her legs would turn to Jell-O, giving way to all this stress at any moment. How could she be in love with Logan Slade again? Cringing, she took in a long breath, comforting herself with thoughts of what he’d said earlier: “I won’t wreck it this time, I promise.”

Before she’d left the cabin, her father had pulled her in for a hug and whispered, “Just tell him the truth. Just tell him.” The words kept echoing in her mind.

When Logan had first come to the cabin, she’d thought it was ridiculous to tell him. The old Logan knew.

She’d never imagined things would end up this way. Them—both in love again. A surge of emotion hit her and she almost started crying. Maybe he would hate her.

Before, she hadn’t cared. But over the past few days, she’d realized she did love him and she did want this.

How could they have a chance if he didn’t know everything? What if he never remembered? Could she justify him not knowing?

She caught a glimpse of him suddenly, hanging around Montana and Texas and someone she thought she recognized as his agent. When had he connected with the agent?

They strode up and Logan was smiling at her. He wore dark jeans and a tight black T-shirt with the word “Wolf” on it. She imagined his agent must have given it to him, and shifted uncomfortably. He seemed so … the other Logan.

“Hey,” he said, a bit breathy. Tentatively, he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Montana reached for her, pulling her in for a hug. He flashed a smile at Logan. “This woman’s got grit.”

Logan lifted his eyebrows, but stared at her, and it felt like he was looking at her soul. “Boy, the stories I could tell you.” He winked at her.

Nervous, happy butterflies surged inside her. He was still flirting with her, looking at her in a way that made her melt.

Texas gave her an exaggerated hug. “Looking good, Ms. Ford.” He smacked Logan in the shoulder. “But if you don’t treat her right, she knows my number.”

To her amusement, Logan gave Texas a stern look, then put his arm fully around her. “Back off, Waters.” They both laughed.

His agent gave her a skeptical look. “You must be Paris?” He put his hand out.

She took it, feeling unsure of herself at the way his eyes clung to her body as he took a closer look.

Logan cleared his throat. “My agent, George.”

Pulling her hand back, she nodded at him. “Hello.”

Montana gestured to Logan. “So you’re ready to introduce this kickoff event, right? No going into a coma on us.”

Texas and George laughed.

Logan grinned, still holding Paris close. “Yep.” His eyes flashed to Montana. “I’m good. Got my wolf yell ready.”

The men all let out little howls, then laughed again.

Logan seemed more relaxed than he’d been when they’d talked about doing this event.

Montana turned to her. “How long we got?”

She looked at her phone and heard Michelle say through her earpiece, “Ten minutes, boss.”

She’d forgotten she’d left her earpiece on speaker, and she fumbled to turn it off. “Ten minutes.”

Her eyes were locked with Logan’s again. All this want, desire, and need welled up inside of her. She thought about the past couple of days and how it’d been between them. She thought of him getting on stage, and her heart clenched at the idea that if he acted like the old Logan, he would somehow become the old Logan and she would lose him again. Mr. Hyde might come back.

Her mind flitted to her father. Did Logan need to know? She pulled in a shaky breath. He did. Her heart raced. Crap, she had to tell him.

“Pear? You okay?” Of course this Logan, the old Logan, sensed that she was still keeping something from him.

“I’m fine.” Not now. Not right now.

Logan quickly asked the guys, “Can I get a minute to talk to Ms. Ford?”

The others left, drifting toward the sidelines.

Once they were alone, he stared in her eyes and took her hand. “How’s Ty?”

She nodded, his touch making her feel electric inside. “He’s okay. His foot hurts, but he’ll stay off of it the next couple of days. Dad will be here to help, so he’ll be alright.”

“Good.” He squeezed her hand. “Are you bugged about me talking to Shane still?”

“What? No. I mean, yes. But that’s not …”

“What?” He searched her eyes. “Pear, what? I love you.”

She couldn’t say it. The words felt stuck in her throat.

He pulled her hand against his chest. “Whatever it is. It’s fine.” He smiled. “I decided this is a Hail Mary.”

“What?”

“I was thinking today that in some games you don’t see a way out of losing. The team’s been stinking it up, you’re behind, it’s the end of the game, and then it’s like the field clears and there’s this perfect opportunity and I just let the ball go and let it ride and bam! It hits the end zone and we win the game. And that’s what’s happening now.” His eyes misted. “Just like that championship game I missed. But this time, Pear, I’m here. This is it. This … we can change things. We can do it differently.”

She tried to pull her hand away. “No, we …” This was getting to be too much and she felt skittish, like she needed to bolt.

“Pear, I don’t care. I don’t care about what happened between us. I don’t care. You said the other night that you’ve been falling in and out of love with me for what felt like your whole life. Well, this is our chance to fall in love one more time, but this time we make it stick. We do it right.” He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her in, brushing his lips to hers.

Fire burned through her. She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t keep having her heart flutter and getting lost in his green eyes. Couldn’t feel his lips against hers, and couldn’t be dizzy with emotion. “At my mom’s funeral. That picture …”

“What?” He loosened his grip on her and pulled back, looking confused.

She took a breath. This wasn’t the time, but she had to tell him. She had to before he planned the rest of their life together. He had to know. “When we were talking next to my mother’s grave…”

He frowned. “Okay, what happened?”

She took in a shaky breath. “After that kiss … you told me that you knew.”

“Knew what?”

Time seemed to still, and she wanted to cry. Run. Leave. “You told me …”

“Pear?”

“You knew Ty was yours.”