Let Me Love You (Australian Sports Star Series Book 2) by Iris Blobel Page B
Authors: Iris Blobel
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reached for the glass of water next to her bed.
As she sipped, the thought of going back to Perth to be with her parents crossed her mind, but she knew better. She had to make an effort to move past her old life. At twenty-eight years of age, she shouldn’t be running back to her parents every time the going got tough. She’d been raised to fight for what she wanted. Fifteen years ago, it’d been Jason, when they’d met at school. Ten years ago, that had been a place at Uni to study Business.
Her body was still shaking from her fear she experienced in her dream.
It was her recurring dream of seeing Jason beaten to death, with her standing next to him unable to help. The memory of his lifeless body on the floor brought tears to her eyes. She had another sip.
Her throat was still scratchy and dry as she walked into her bathroom. Turning on the water, she stepped into the shower and let it run over her head. The water cascaded down her body in a soothing massage. The headache eased and she relaxed. Tamara let her mind wander off to a holiday she’d spent with Jason south of Perth. They had enjoyed watching the marine life, but mainly the pods of wild dolphins. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Jason at his first wine tasting, not knowing the procedures. It’d been a day full of laughter and love.
As she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel, she remembered when she’d strained her knee during a netball game. Jason had gone out of his way to look after her. And so had her friends. The same friends who had stood in front of her door, wanting to help after Jason had passed away. She’d been overwhelmed by their generosity and kindness. Their friendship had given her strength to make it through the weeks after the funeral.
With a sigh, she walked back into her bedroom and reached for her phone.
I’ll bring lunch let me know if u need anything from the shops but dont get used 2 this service!
Without the chance to think twice about it, she hit the send button, and it was on its way to Oliver. The bottom line was he needed help. She was most certain his friends were there for him and helped out, but after all, they did expect her to be the one to care for him. There had to be a way to assist without looking into his eyes or kissing him again.
Letting out a long breath, Tamara sat on the bed. Why on earth had she kissed him?
***
Oliver checked his messages, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Who would’ve thought?
He moved in his bed to look out the window. A familiar ache settled in his chest, and his smile faded. The ache of losing someone. He hadn’t thought that much about the accident in years. Had always pushed away his emotions, hidden behind an impenetrable wall.
Oliver closed his eyes again. He loved living in Melbourne. He loved playing baseball and being paid for it. But inside, he was scared of losing it all. He knew there was a big chance he’d never be able to play on a professional level. The very thought tore at him, and the not knowing drove him almost insane.
When he opened his eyes again, the image of the fields of farming country he’d woken up to as a kid disappeared, and the view of his backyard took its place. God, he missed his family. Missed his parents. It’d certainly been a while. With as much effort as he was able to manage, not to mention feeling weary after a sleepless night, he took his crutches and got out of bed. He hopped over to the cupboard and threw a couple of things into his bag, sure that someone would give him a lift to his parents’.
Oliver was about to give Tyson a call when the doorbell rang. He checked the time and ignored whoever was standing on the other side of the door. His early visitor was persistent, though. Letting out a litany of curses, he made his way to the front, but when he opened the door, he wasn’t able to hold back a big grin.
“You’re early. You can’t get enough of me it
As she sipped, the thought of going back to Perth to be with her parents crossed her mind, but she knew better. She had to make an effort to move past her old life. At twenty-eight years of age, she shouldn’t be running back to her parents every time the going got tough. She’d been raised to fight for what she wanted. Fifteen years ago, it’d been Jason, when they’d met at school. Ten years ago, that had been a place at Uni to study Business.
Her body was still shaking from her fear she experienced in her dream.
It was her recurring dream of seeing Jason beaten to death, with her standing next to him unable to help. The memory of his lifeless body on the floor brought tears to her eyes. She had another sip.
Her throat was still scratchy and dry as she walked into her bathroom. Turning on the water, she stepped into the shower and let it run over her head. The water cascaded down her body in a soothing massage. The headache eased and she relaxed. Tamara let her mind wander off to a holiday she’d spent with Jason south of Perth. They had enjoyed watching the marine life, but mainly the pods of wild dolphins. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Jason at his first wine tasting, not knowing the procedures. It’d been a day full of laughter and love.
As she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel, she remembered when she’d strained her knee during a netball game. Jason had gone out of his way to look after her. And so had her friends. The same friends who had stood in front of her door, wanting to help after Jason had passed away. She’d been overwhelmed by their generosity and kindness. Their friendship had given her strength to make it through the weeks after the funeral.
With a sigh, she walked back into her bedroom and reached for her phone.
I’ll bring lunch let me know if u need anything from the shops but dont get used 2 this service!
Without the chance to think twice about it, she hit the send button, and it was on its way to Oliver. The bottom line was he needed help. She was most certain his friends were there for him and helped out, but after all, they did expect her to be the one to care for him. There had to be a way to assist without looking into his eyes or kissing him again.
Letting out a long breath, Tamara sat on the bed. Why on earth had she kissed him?
***
Oliver checked his messages, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Who would’ve thought?
He moved in his bed to look out the window. A familiar ache settled in his chest, and his smile faded. The ache of losing someone. He hadn’t thought that much about the accident in years. Had always pushed away his emotions, hidden behind an impenetrable wall.
Oliver closed his eyes again. He loved living in Melbourne. He loved playing baseball and being paid for it. But inside, he was scared of losing it all. He knew there was a big chance he’d never be able to play on a professional level. The very thought tore at him, and the not knowing drove him almost insane.
When he opened his eyes again, the image of the fields of farming country he’d woken up to as a kid disappeared, and the view of his backyard took its place. God, he missed his family. Missed his parents. It’d certainly been a while. With as much effort as he was able to manage, not to mention feeling weary after a sleepless night, he took his crutches and got out of bed. He hopped over to the cupboard and threw a couple of things into his bag, sure that someone would give him a lift to his parents’.
Oliver was about to give Tyson a call when the doorbell rang. He checked the time and ignored whoever was standing on the other side of the door. His early visitor was persistent, though. Letting out a litany of curses, he made his way to the front, but when he opened the door, he wasn’t able to hold back a big grin.
“You’re early. You can’t get enough of me it
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