Chapter Thirty
There was a definite lightness to Amelia’s tread. She wondered if it could make her jump higher, reach that little bit farther, when a ball was aimed at her goal. In the state she was in, lovestruck and deeply satisfied sexually, she figured it just might.
She was the first to arrive at the pitch where the Darlinghurst Darlings played their home games. Granted, she was early. Warm-up wouldn’t start for half an hour. But it had been impossible to stay home for longer.
Jill had an appointment before she could come see the match. Amelia had too much unexpected-but-welcome energy racing through her to lazily linger alone in Jill’s bed. If she were less smitten, she might have harnessed it to unleash during the game, but who was she kidding? She was the goalkeeper. She didn’t
