Until It Was Love (Copper Valley Pounders Rugby, #1)

by Pippa Grant

For the record, there are very few people in this world that I genuinely dislike. Three, to be specific. My ex-boyfriend. My former best friend. And Fletcher Huxley.

“It was my nickname.” Goldie’s speaking slowly, enunciating every word. “In college. When I played soccer. When I broke my hip.” Confession: I’ve known Goldie Collins was a badass for a long time.

today might be hard, but so was yesterday, and you did it. You can do it again today. I believe in you, and I want you to believe in yourself.

But I’ve been on this earth for thirty-four trips around the sun, two divorces, at least three drinks in my face for voicing my opinion, and enough lectures from my father about how to treat a woman that I don’t say it out loud.

And I’m slowly realizing that I’m not in charge here. Goldie is. She’s playing both of us. And fuck me one last time, it makes me like her even more.

Watching her might be my new favorite hobby, which is a problem.

I’d go anywhere she told me to go if she ordered me around while she’s lit up like that.

“What’s your favorite?” “My favorite book?” “No, your favorite kind of waffle. Yes, your favorite book.” I’m gonna read it.

You don’t show up at a woman’s place the night after you slept together unless you want to send a clear message, and the message I’m sending in showing up here is I’m obsessed with you.

“Congratulations. You’re breathing. You’ve earned a cookie.”

I want to make her happy every damn day.

This is what’s been missing from every relationship I’ve ever had. The Goldie factor.

“That’s exactly what Jessica said when she told me she wanted a divorce.” “You loved her.” “Fucking worshipped everything about her.”

🥴

No, I’m not okay. I’m leaving in four days. I’m in love with the last man on earth I ever could’ve imagined giving the time of day a month ago. And I don’t know if he can consciously love me back.

I can’t say it. I can’t ask her for more. I shouldn’t want more. But she’s my Goldie.

She’s been a bright spot in my world when I thought leaving England would mean the rest of my life spent in darkness.

Unblock Goldie from Instagram, dumbass.

hate him a lil for this

Because I’m a fucked-up mess, but I can do better. I can be better. If there’s anyone in this world who can make me believe in me, it’s you.”

All because loving Goldie is so right and so easy and exactly what I was put on this earth to do.

If it’s Goldie, it’s my favorite.

My lady’s watching. Fuck right I’m on fire.

Once again, I grin at him. “Back off. I need my emotional support girlfriend.”