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

by Pippa Grant

“What if he’s a loud chewer?” Odette says. “Or what if he tosses his underwear next to the laundry basket? When we date, it’s one thing. We’re too old to be in it for anything other than a good time. When we help our granddaughters date, we need to have higher standards for them. They don’t have to get married, but if they want to, we don’t want them with loud chewers who don’t pull their weight around the house.”

today might be hard, but so was yesterday, and you did it. You can do it again today.

“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.”

A transatlantic flight with a broken hip sounds like a real fun time...

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 34 and been divorced twice?! big yikes!

If she wants a date to a wedding because her ex will be here, then that ex is the biggest shit pile in the history of dung.

😂

Seeing them together makes my stomach hurt and sends adrenaline coursing through my veins the same way it did when I walked in on them together in my bedroom.

In your room?!?! that's fucked!

“I hope you hold out for more than a couple stickers and candy bars by the time you’re old enough for men to buy you.”

😂

“Fetcher want cotton candy?” Hallie shoves a fistful of crumbled, wet, blue candy into his face, catching him with his mouth open like he’s about to reply to me, which means she gets her hand all up in his mouth.

😂😂😂

“Brains are such bitches sometimes.”

“I like it,” Sheila says. “I like getting the purple properties. No one else ever wants them, but I always imagine I take them and plant flowers and fix up the grass and maybe add a garden gnome. I love the idea of doing a great job of raising their property values.”

“You can’t be a parent and not fuck it up.” “I’d prefer to be a parent who can fix it.”

“I was going to lie down for half an hour on an ice pack and then tackle the boxes,” she mutters. “But now I want to earn a cookie.” “Congratulations. You’re breathing. You’ve earned a cookie.”

RugbyFletch: I just laughed out loud and scared my dog. CoachGoldie: If you laughed more often, it wouldn’t be so traumatic for her.

😂

“Life’s a complicated bowl of crap sometimes.”

“Goldie’s been a lovely addition to our staff this term,” Judith says. “I think she’s perfect for your situation too.”

She wants her to make his old team good again?! lol girl!

“I don’t know anything about managing a rugby team, but it’s a sign of a massive leadership failure when a longtime star player and team leader departs mid-season under questionable circumstances and you keep getting your ass handed to you on the pitch now that he’s gone.”

👏👏👏👏