Heartbroken, Dean Cartwright leaves Sydney and heads home, to the coastal town of Newcastle. In a bid to make new friends, he signs up for a local rugby league team where he meets a man known as Macca.
Dean and Macca are both front row forwards, meaning they’re the biggest guys on the team. Over six feet tall and over a hundred kilos each, they’re a force to be reckoned with on the field.
But when Dean gets knocked out, Macca gets even by punching the other guy, and both Dean and Macca end up on the sideline.
Dean soon realizes that being knocked unconscious is the best thing to ever happen to him.
After an ugly breakup, Dean is back to his hometown, New Castle, trying to occupy himself with playing rugby. He is not seeking a relationship, love still finds him.
I liked Macca. I didn’t even know what his real name was—like most of the team, we went by nicknames alone. But he was a big, friendly guy. He had unruly sandyreddish hair, brown eyes and a killer lopsided smile.
And a dimple. He had a fucking dimple in his left cheek that just about did my head in every time I saw it.
Ten in the Bin was so sweet I couldn’t stop smiling. Nicely structured story, too bad it’s short. I’d love to read more about Dean and Darren (aka Macca)!
I chuckled at him. “How did you know?” I asked. “That I’m not straight.”
“I thought maybe, but I wasn’t sure. Then today, when you got knocked out and I grabbed you so you didn’t hit the ground, you mumbled something about my ‘fucking dimple’.”
The writing style here and there is a bit descriptive rather than captivating, but overall it is a quick, satisfying read, with light humor.
Darren was genuinely the sweetest person I’d ever met.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Darren snarled at the opposing team’s front rower, grabbing his collar. “Or I’ll shut it for ya.”