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

is, though, what if we’re not compatible as lovers?”
    Shaking his head, he lifted his can and took another sip. “Rubbish.”
    But it wasn’t rubbish for Sarah. It was an issue, which was important to her. She’d enjoyed the sex with Markus, more than she actually wanted to admit, but next to Oliver and Tyson, he was her best friend, and one she had fallen back on many times. The idea of throwing away a great friendship of over twenty years for a relationship scared her. Leaning into Oliver’s arm, she let out a long breath. He’d been right by saying that she’d been tiptoeing around Markus for the last couple of months. In hindsight, she wondered whether Timmy had only been a distraction.
    Oliver hauled her back from her thoughts. “I reckon your relation with Markus could bloom into something really nice.”
    “Bloom?”
    “You know, as in grow, blossom—”
    “I know what you mean.” She interrupted him. “It’s not your usual choice of words.”
    He shrugged nonchalantly.
    The phone rang, and Sarah moved away, yet Oliver didn’t move. The answering machine switched on, and they listened to Markus’ voice.
    Mate, I need to catch up. I fucked up with Saz this morning. Give me a call.
    “Since when have I become Dr. Phil?” Oliver asked through gritted teeth as he stood.
    Sarah stood as well and followed him into the hall.
    “Fucked up? What do you think he meant with fucked up ?”
    Following him closer than his own shadow, she bumped into his back when he stopped abruptly next to the chest of drawer with the phone on it. He stared at her.
    With a shrug, she said, “I agree, it might have been a mistake, but fucked up is a bit over the top. Right?”
    She’d been close to tears when she heard Markus’ words. Sleeping with him might not have been a good idea. She admitted that, even if it hadn’t felt like it at the time. Of course, a future for them was uncertain, because no matter how good it’d been, there was too much history between them, and the novelty would wear off very quickly.
    But to call it a fuck up?
    “Look, sweet pea, it’s man talk,” he said as he deleted the phone message. “You’re putting way too much into the words.”
    “Who says I put too much into it? I simply state that fuck up is exaggerated.”
    The phone rang again, and Oliver was about to answer.
    “If it’s him, tell him to go to hell.”
    “Saz—”
    Holding up her hand, she said, “I don’t care.”
    The caller wasn’t Markus, and to give Oliver some privacy, she quickly placed a kiss on his cheek and left.
    Emotions inside were on a roller coaster ride. Feeling the grief of having lost a wonderful friendship over some sex, as well as the anger of Markus’ perception towards their morning together, nearly brought her to her knees.
    It hadn’t been right, but it still had been very good and memorable. Sex with him had been the best in her life. There was no denying it.
    With a sigh, she opened her car and slid behind the wheel.
    Cranking up the music in the car, Sarah’s mind drifted back to Markus’ words that he’d left on Oliver’s answering machine. As she sang along with the music at the top of her voice, she drove the familiar streets to his house. The car practically knew the way on its own, she’d driven it that often. And all the while, the words fucked up kept going around and around in her head. Determined to tell him how she felt about their morning together, she thought of how much she had enjoyed it, as well as how much she’d wanted it for a long time. Subconsciously, that was. Now so many things made sense to her. The tiptoeing was her finding out how he felt. She was sure of it. Yet, every time the tiptoeing turned into steps, she’d worried about crossing the line from friendship to relationship. That was something she’d been scared of. Turning into Markus’ street, she slowed down as she came closer to his house.
    Markus had bought the house with the money from his first