Kicking Ass, Taking Names And Winning Championships, Andie Style
Day 168 of The Andie Chronicles
“Can I clear one of my drawers for you?”
Cooper was sitting on the edge of the bed, me between his legs, my legs outstretched.
Relaxed.
I was folding up my pile of clothes that had spilled out over my suitcase and onto Cooper’s bedroom floor. It wasn’t like I was wearing many clothes when in his company, though. The clothes I had packed ended up being completely unnecessary.
I looked at all I had collected too. I had a stack of GCWW t-shirts, along with Cooper’s current designs and a bunch he had in storage.
He told me how he worked with an illustrator to get them done, based on his rough sketches. His mate, Adam, used to draw all his designs for his ring gear, and Cooper adopted his style when they were on the road together.
I tried to close my case.
I could get it shut. Just.
I examined my luggage, the sight of the closed case reminding me I had run away almost two weeks ago. And, despite the fact the life I was living was joyous, fun, and effortless, I couldn’t run forever.
There was this part of me that didn’t want to keep running either. The longer I avoided getting Highway back, the less likely it would be I would ever get it back.
If I stayed here in my blissful bubble, I wouldn’t get the championship I deserved.
“It’s really nice of you to do that, but I think I have to go home.”
I could feel his energy flatten, deflate, not something I wanted him to experience but I was relieved he felt somewhat sad at my departure. If he was pushing me out the door, the way Douglas pushed me out of his life, I would lose all my faith in men.
And there wasn’t much faith left.
“That sucks.” He paused and let out a defeated sigh. “I guess I knew you would go home at some point.”
“You know going home doesn’t mean the end, right?” I pushed my suitcase away and turned towards him to kneel at the foot of the bed.
“Cooper, I don’t want this to end.”
Blurting out these words, I couldn’t believe I was declaring my feelings to another man. I could have never imagined letting a man get this close to me. So soon. With such intensity.
“Neither do I,” he replied. “Andie, I know you’re going to do so well. I wish I could be there with you to watch you do it.”
“I’m only a couple of hours away, not light-years. And don’t think you’re going to avoid daily FaceTime with me.” He laughed, pushing a tear back from the corner of his eye. “I would like that.”
“And you know where I live. 1 Lovelock Drive. That’s where you will find me, kicking ass, taking names, and winning championships.”
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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