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

by Pippa Grant

I’ve healed from a lot of things in the past six years. What he said is not one of them.

Fletcher Huxley’s upper lip is where Wyatt Earp’s mustache went to die.

“He’s asking my opinion on what he should do with his mustache,” Goldie says. “And he didn’t like it when I said he can’t grow another dog on his upper lip.”

“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.

“Yes, Fletcher. I played soccer for UCLA. Went to the college showcase in London my senior year and didn’t play because I had a broken hip. So I was in the VIP box. With you.”

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.

“You’re a disaster, aren’t you?” “Every fucking day. Only way to live.”

“But then there’s the next moment, when you put one foot in front of the other, and you keep going. You don’t know where you’re going, but there’s something ahead, and if you can get to it, even if it’s not what you’re supposed to get to, you made it far enough to look. You can stop. You can rest. You can get a bite to eat. And then you can keep going until you find what’s right. Because it’s out there. Whatever it is, it’s still out there.”

My favorite thing about life is that you can do anything you want to do, no matter who doubts you or tries to tear you down.”