I Think I Love You (Australian Sports Star Series Book 3) by Iris Blobel Read Free Book Online Page B

Deeply. You apologised. Very noble of you. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave.”
    He reached forward, but she pulled her arm away.
    “Sarah, let’s give this another try. I think we had something really good.”
    “Emphasis on had . It was your choice to throw away what we apparently had. Now be a man and live with it.”
    “Sarah?”
    “Go!”
    Timmy held her glare for a long moment before he turned and left. Sarah did her best not to cry. She would not cry for a man who had treated her with so much disrespect.
    But she did. She cried, which infuriated her even more. There was no doubt in her mind that breaking up had been the right thing to do, but it hurt none-the-less. It hurt deep inside. The sudden loss, the sudden emptiness, and the thought that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
    Trying to fist her hands, she remembered the phone in her palm. With a few touches of a button, she flicked through the phone calls.
    The last one was from Markus. She leaned back against the wall and slowly slid down until she sat.
    Timmy had answered Markus’ call.
    More tears filled her eyes, and the pain in her chest spread through her whole body. With her head leaned against the wall, she stared against the ceiling hoping…hoping for someone to hold her.
    Taking in a deep breath, she knew she needed to find that anchor to centre her life again, to focus on the right and the wrongs, the important and irrelevant things in life. She knew she had it in her to get through this.
    She dialled Oliver’s number, but only got the voice mail. Her fingers hovered over Markus’ number, but she eventually threw the phone into the corner of the hall.
    In the end, she decided that even though she’d sworn to never touch it again, it was time for another bottle of red.
    When Sarah sat down ten minutes later on the couch with a glass of red in her hand, she grabbed her phone and rang Oliver again.
    No answer.
    She slouched back into the couch. Feeling so alone, she flicked through her contact list. With Katie and Tyson on honeymoon, she tried Hazel’s number. Hazel was Ty’s grandmother and had always been like a grandmother for all of the friends including her. Sarah was about to hit the dial button when she hesitated. What was she going to tell the over-seventy-year old woman? Hazel had always been good when she was in trouble, mainly with her mum or her sister, but telling her about her sex life, in particular with Markus? She went back to her contact list and flicked through it again.
    Her mum?
    She sipped at her wine when she hit the dial button.
    Closing her eyes, she leaned back waiting for the call to connect.
    “Sarah?”
    “Hi, Mum,” she said so quietly, she barely heard the words herself.
    “Thank God you’re calling. Rachel’s gone again.”
    One look at the bottle of wine and she knew she should’ve finished it off instead of trying to talk to someone.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    The next morning, Markus went for a long jog along the small park near his home. It was something he’d learnt over the years from intense training to sort his problems or think things through while running. Halfway along the path, exercise equipment had been installed by the council a few years back. He loved the idea of doing his workout outside so he did a few chin-ups, sit-ups, and step-ups before heading home in a leisurely jog.
    Yet, all the way through the exercises he thought about what his sister had said. It has ‘We’re a couple’ written all over it. If so, what the hell was Timmy doing answering Sarah’s phone?
    He shook his head and broke into a sprint.
    After grabbing a sandwich and coffee, he walked the rest of the way home, trying his best letting his mind empty of thoughts.
    After a quick shower, he tried to call Oliver again.
    “’ello?”
    “Well, look who’s in a good mood this morning.”
    Oliver laughed. “Well, and you can’t change it with your shitty