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I continue with Rachel's story. I introduced her in "I think I love you", the third book in the "Australian Sports Stars Series". She's Sarah's sister.

When Rachel opens the door and finds the police standing in front of her door, she's scared of a repeat of the day she was dragged to the police station. Yet, the two officers only want information and ask her to stop by later that day. Worried, she calls Oliver, a good friend, but instead gets Matiu Afoa on the phone. Matiu is Oliver's Kiwi friend staying with him for a week. He's in Melbourne for a meeting.

Today's prompt is MIRROR

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"It’s what I am. I’m proud of what I am.” Mat took her hand into his. “Tell me what upset you this morning.”

The waiter brought their drinks, and she slowly removed her hand from his. “How about we order dinner?”

They did and for a brief moment their conversation shifted to Oliver and how each of them got to know him. Mat told her a mirror story of Oliver’s about meeting in the U.S.A.

“I’d love to go to America one day,” she said with a sigh.

“It’s a great place, but it’s not NZ,” he replied.

“Oliver told me your dad used to play rugby.”

He nodded. “He was an All Black.”

“Why didn’t you follow in his footsteps?”

Raising a brow, he leaned back to let the waiter place their meals on the table before he replied, “Everyone expected me to be like my dad. I wanted to be me.”

Rachel took a piece of her pizza, pondering about his statement. And liked it. For so long she’d believed that because her mother had failed in her marriage and most of her jobs, she was destined to do the same. It’s only been the last few months that she’d realised what she was because of her own doings.

“And what is it you do?”

“I’m a helicopter pilot.”

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed. “That’s not even close to rugby.”

He laughed then took a sip of his drink before he said, “What about you?”

“My life’s boring. Not much to tell.”

He chuckled. “Boring? I have a feeling it’s quite the opposite. Come on, let me be the judge of it. I know nothing about you, except your brother-in-law is a soccer player, which means you have a sister. Something we have in common.”

“You have a sister? Younger or older?”

A grin spread across his face. “Nice try.”

“Okay, here’s the short version. Apparently Oliver has a barbeque tomorrow and I’d like for you to still talk to me.”

Lifting his knife, he jokingly asked, “Killed someone?”

She shook her head, avoiding his gaze.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him placing his knife on the table before he rested his elbows on the table. “The trouble this morning?”

Nodding, she bit her lower lip nervously worried he’d judge her. She wasn’t ready, yet, to not see him again.

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