I Think I Love You (Australian Sports Star Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Would things be awkward now?
    Sarah dressed and headed out. She needed to talk to someone and she needed a shoulder to cry on.
    Half an hour later, she stood in front of Oliver’s house. It took him a while to come to the front door, but when he saw her crying, he didn’t hesitate and took her into his arms straight away.
    “Timmy?” he whispered.
    Shaking her head against his chest, she let out a long sob.
    “Come on in, sweetcakes.”
    Oliver gently pushed her inside the house towards the kitchen.
    “Family?” he asked.
    Another sob, before she met his gaze. “Nope.”
    “Saz, I need a bit of help here unless you only want to have a little cry. If that’s the case, let’s move into the lounge room, so I can watch the news while you do so.”
    Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she blew out the breath she’d been holding. “I slept with Marky.”
    There was a moment of silence, before he raised his eyebrows and replied, “About time!”
    Shocked, confused, and a tiny bit amused, she leaned back to meet his gaze. “Beg yours?”
    “You heard.”
    Mouth wide open, Sarah stared at Oliver. Yes, she heard what he’d said. The exact words were, About time. About time what?
    Hands on hips, she said, “What the hell are you talking about?”
    Oliver took her hand and gently pulled her along the hall and into the lounge room. She looked around the lounge room and smiled. It was all decorated in natural colours with the furniture and walls in warm shades of brown and the carpet a beautiful cream. It’d always been the way she wanted her place to look. Fortunately, she’d found her own style in the new house.
    “Have a seat. I’ll grab us a drink. Coke? Beer? Tea?”
    Nodding, she slumped into the lounge seat.
    He laughed. “All three?”
    Amused by his teasing, she replied, “I think I can do with a light beer.” Then she studied him for a moment. His face. His expression. The constant smile plastered on his face. “Didn’t you leave with one very special person last night?” she asked.
    Still laughing, he nodded. “Yup.”
    About to ask for more details about Oliver’s love life, she remembered the reason why she was here. “About time, what?”
    “That you two got together, sweetcakes.”
    “I honestly don’t understand.”
    Oliver snorted. “For Pete’s sake, Saz. You two have been tiptoeing and dancing around each other for months now. It was simply a matter of time when you two would do the deed.”
    Sarah took the drink and sipped on the bottle before she said, “Please, don’t make it sound so dirty.”
    Sitting next to her, Oliver placed his arm around her and gently pulled her closer. “Seriously, what’s bothering you? Was he a disappointment? Or—”
    Sarah nearly spilled the drink. “Oh, for goodness sake. He…he…I mean.” She sighed. “He’s my friend. My best friend.”
    Moving his hand to his chest, he said, “Ouch. That went straight to the heart. I thought I was your BFF.”
    “You’re the love of my life,” she replied with as much tease in her voice as she could muster.
    Oliver gently pulled close again and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Lemme tell you, sweet pea, you’d never have doubts if you’d sleep with me.”
    Sarah laughed. “You’re such an overindulged Casanova. I mean, honestly.”
    Then she turned and met his gaze. “The thing is, all was good, until I went to the bathroom, and he left. We agreed to go for lunch together, but all of a sudden something had come up. ”
    “And?”
    She stared at him like he came from a different planet. “ And who invites someone to lunch and then leaves with their tail between their legs?”
    “Something might’ve come up. Did you ask?”
    Shaking her head slightly, she whispered, “No.”
    “See.”
    “You’re not helping, Oliver.”
    His soft laugh annoyed her, but at the same time assured her that she might’ve read too much into it.
    She took a sip of her drink before she asked, “The thing