A/N: I know this is a short chapter but that's just how I write :D Hope you enjoyed it. Feed back please.

Bridget was in love with Australia the second her feet hit the ground. She practically bolted out of the confined space of the aeroplane and was surprised to feel the Australian heat. If this was winter then Bridget had no complaints, she hated the cold. She found her single bag (she believed in travelling light) and headed towards the taxi bay.

'Where'yaofftadarl?' Asked the taxi driver 'I'm sorry, what?' asked Bridget

'Where.Are.You.Off.To.Darl.' the taxi driver replied slowly with a grin

'Oh, um, here' she handed the driver the address, all she knew was that it was in Brisbane somewhere and she didn't want to prove her ignorance by trying to tell the driver where.

The taxi driver chuckled and Bridget heard him say 'Americans..' under his breath good naturedly.

Half an hour, and $50 dollars later she was at her destination. The Amarie Hotel, the five star accommodation her team's sponsor had provided for them. Halfway up the grand staircase she suddenly had second thoughts about insisting on carrying her own bags, and she had even heard that aussies didn't expect tips. Dammit.

'Bee' She heard being screeched, followed by the sound of at least three pairs of feet pounding the landing above her. She laughed as Kiera, Jess and Mia came bounding down the stairs towards her, taking her bag and her arm and hauling her the rest of the way to her room. She was sharing with Mia, a bubbly brunette who was the closest to her age. After the usual 'how was your flight' conversation Kiera and Jess went to 'warm up' for their afternoon practise. Bridget almost laughed, practice for practice, that was dedication.

Once alone Mia gave Bridget a pixi-ish grin. 'Oh my god Bee, the new assistant manager is gorgeous, he got the job just before the tour began'

Bridget laughed at Mia's enthusiasm, 'stats' she demanded

'Early twenties, college graduate, tall, dark and a wicked talented soccer player, Bee we all lose it when he watches our games, he's so good looking its distracting' Mia let out a giggle and fell onto her bed. 'He's going to be at the dinner tonight'

'Dinner?' Bridget asked, this was the first time she'd heard of any dinner.

'Oh, yeah. The team and the managers have been having a weekly dinner, you know to give us a break from soccer, soccer, soccer, not that I mind my life revolving around this team.'

Bridget nodded suddenly exhausted after all the excitement of her long journey. Mia must have noticed Bridget's subtle yawn. 'Bee you must be wiped, I'm going downstairs for a bit and let you battle that jet lag, don't worry you'll get used to it. Dinners at seven.'

Later, after a refreshing sleep and the promised 'check-in' phone call with her dad, Bridget headed downstairs to the Amaire's restaurant to meet the others. Dressed casually in jeans and a red halter neck, she didn't need any jewellery, her hair was her best accessory. Everyone was there except this renowned god-like assistant manager. Just after ordering her meal she felt Mia's elbow jab into the side of her stomach, she gave a little cry in surprise and turned to the other girl in question.

'Look, that's him' Mia said, pointing towards the bar

The guys back was turned, but something about the way he stood….he seemed familiar. Then he turned and it felt like all the air had been sucked out of Bridget's body, for a second she was suspended in slow motion, shut off from the world. So many emotions flooded her she couldn't explain her feelings if she tried. Because the assistant manager, this heavenly creature her teammates were all in love with, was her first love too.

Eric.