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Chapter 8 - With These Three Words, I Fell

Brooklyn, New York August 7 1994

I could feel my heart pounding and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. Did he just say what I thought he said?

"What?" I ask quietly again, my eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Kenny moves closer to me, reaching for my hips and drawing me into his lap as his dark eyes focus so intently into mine. His eyes glance down at my lips for a moment then back into my eyes as I try to find the words to say what I need to say. He then slowly moves in and presses his beautiful soft lips to mine and I instantly melt in his arms. The feeling is overwhelming and I press my body closer to his, lacing my fingers through his curls as his hands find their way back up my shirt and around to my lower back, feeling his fingers skip across my skin. After a few moments, he parts his lips from mine, leaving me practically breathless as he touches his forehead to mine and closes his eyes.

"I love you," He says, his voice cracking a little. The sound of his words course through me like I never thought they would. I knew that I was falling in love with him but I tried so hard to deny it and I never wanted to admit it to him though I think subconsciously I knew he was feeling the same way to. The way we left each other back in L.A last week and that night we spent together wasn't just sex like I tried to tell myself it was.

"I love you," I finally say back to him and It felt so good to finally say it out loud. I don't have to wrestle with it back and forth anymore because I do love him. I am so in love with him.

"You have no idea how much I love hearing you say those words," He says as his eyes flicking back to mine.

"You have no idea how good it feels to finally tell you," I say pressing my lips to his and immediately sucking his bottom lip as I lace my fingers through his curls once more.

"You uh... you wanna show me how much you love me?" I ask slyly as I shift myself in his lap, straddling him as he pulls me to sit on top of him.

"Oh baby, you have no idea how much I want to," He says, his voice becoming raspy and oh so sexy.

"Ok, but me first," I say and immediately slide myself off him to kneel down in front and quickly unbuckle his jeans.

"Damn..." Was all he could say before I showed him just how much I loved him too.

*****

"Kenny... does this look ok?" I ask as I stand in his small bedroom in front of his full length mirror beside his tall standing dresser fixing my dark curls as they fall down passed my shoulders. I was getting ready to head to L'Amours to meet up with the guys from Pantera, well really, I was meeting with their tour manager first and he was introducing me to the band, even though I have met Vinny, Phil, Rex and Dime before it wasn't on a professional level and I'm not even sure they would remember me anyways. I'm really glad Kenny's coming with me though. I'm fucking nervous as fuck but Kenny is really close with Dime so at least that makes me feel a little better.

As I turn and glance over my shoulder in the mirror to see just how my black short lacy mini long sleeve dress covered me, I see him step into the room, ready to go in his usual black jeans, a black button up shirt, boots and his leather jacket, his eyes growing wide as I attempt to pull down the hem of my dress. It feels like it's barely covering my butt cheeks.

Of course the only thing I would have to wear is this little mini dress. Fucking god damn airport and losing my luggage. I just hope I'm taken seriously given what I'm wearing.

"Jeezus" He says with his eyes glancing over my curves.

"It's too short isn't it?" I wince a little.

"No baby it's... perfect. You look gorgeous," He says dreamily with his Brooklyn accent coming through.

"See, I had these really cute lacy open toed heel wedges that match this perfectly, though wearing heels to L'Amours probably would be a bad idea," I say as I turn to face him and he nods in agreement with me.

"I had them in my luggage bag that the fucking airport lost and I feel like It looks weird with my Doc's. Maybe I should just change back into what I was wearing before" I say looking down and examining my boots, my curls falling down around me as I try to smooth out the dress and pull the hem down but it's no use.

"No, uh uh..." Kenny shakes his head at me.

"Well... I don't wanna give the wrong impression you know? You don't think it's too short do you?" I ask still second guessing myself.

"Not at all baby..." He says as he steps towards me, taking me in his arms and I giggle as he brushes my curls off my shoulder and presses his lips to that spot just under my earlobe.

"You have no idea how much I wanna throw you back down on my bed... and see how many times I can make you cum again," He whispers huskily in my ear. With those words, I bite my bottom lip and try to contain the fact that I want him to do just exactly that.

"Now that's exactly the impression I don't want to give," I say as I pull away to look up at him and he chuckles.

"Baby, trust me... you look fucking gorgeous," He places a kiss on my lips as his hand moves directly to my butt and gives me a little squeeze making me squeal against his lips.

"Just checking," He smirks when he pulls away and I smack him playfully on his chest laughing.

L'Amours, Brooklyn New York August 7 1994

"...I'm supposed to meet Steve Bainbrige backstage though," I try to explain to the door guy at L'Amours. It was early enough in the night that there was no one really here which I thought would make it easier to get backstage to meet Steve, Pantera's tour manager. The door guy looks down in a black book scrolling through what looked like a list of names and asked to see my ID. Normally I would have my planner and everything with me, but that too was lost with my luggage. I pull out my ID, along with my business ID card showing that I work for Silver Management.

"Alright, you can head on backstage," He says and shows me the way to the doors backstage. Kenny chats for a few seconds with the door guy, only because he's played here so many times before and then walks with me down the long corridor to the backstage area.

"You do know that you were going to get backstage whether you showed your ID or not," Kenny says.

"Yea I know but I wanted to make sure that I'm not just someone trying to get backstage," I say as I put my ID back in the pocket of my leather jacket. I flip my curls out of my face and see Kenny smiling at me.

"What?" I giggle.

"Nothing, you're just so... "

"Kenny!!!!"

Suddenly a deep southern voice booms down the long corridor and I look up to see Darryl 'Dimebag' Abbott taking a drink as he yells out for Kenny. I suddenly could feel my nervousness creep back up, but I know I have to be calm. We walk over to meet up with Dime and I couldn't stop my heart from pounding as Kenny and Dime shake hands and hug each other for a moment.

"Dude, I'm glad you made it," Dime smiles.

"Yea you're only glad I made it so you can stick fish down my boots again," Kenny says and Dime laughs and I raise my eyebrow at them both.

"No not tonight my friend... but Saturday you never know," Dime chuckles and Kenny laughs.

"Uh... this is Andi," Kenny clears his throat and introduces me noticing Dime looking at me up and down for a moment.

"Oh, so she's the one you've been talking about all the time," Dime smirks at him and Kenny just gives him a look then glances back at me as Dime offers his hand for me to shake.

"Wait... you look familiar," Dime says as he contemplates as he takes a sip of his drink. Once again my heart started to pound and I figured this would be the best time to leave and find Steve but for some reason I felt frozen to the spot.

"Me?" I ask, trying to play it off like he was thinking of someone else.

"Yea... no, we've met before... you were with Chris Cornell right?" Dime asks and now I feel extremely awkward as Kenny gives me a confused look.

Why can't people just remember me for me and not because I was married to Chris?

"Um... yea I was," I say shyly hoping he doesn't go on about Chris.

"Fuck, man you didn't tell me it was her. That's fuckin' awesome dude!" Dime chuckles as he pats Kenny on the shoulder.

"Uh, yea... well she's uh working for you now too," Kenny says glancing at me as he takes my hand in his and pulls me a little closer to him.

"Wait, you're our new P.A? That's sweet. Well I'm glad it's someone that I've met before and not just anyone..." Dime smiles sweetly at me which made me feel a little better.

"Well... I've got to go and meet Steve... so should I just meet up with you back here or..." I trail off as I glance up at Kenny.

"Yea babe," Kenny says so sweetly to me and places a kiss on my lips.

"Come meet us in that room down the hall. We'll have a few drinks and shit," Dime smiles sweetly at me gesturing down the long hallway by the backstage door when Kenny pulls away from me.

"Cool," I say and make my way down the hallway to find Steve.

A few moments later, I finally find Steve and introduce myself once again and we chat and go over what is in store for the next couple of weeks with Pantera and their tour on the east coast with some dates including the west coast. He hands me a schedule and goes over where I can stay with the band and everything they would need. Since Type O Negative is the supporting band over the next couple of weeks, he also mentioned that I could assist with them if they needed anything. So basically I'm a P.A for Pantera and Type O Negative, which wasn't planned in the beginning but is actually a pretty good bonus if you ask me.

"...alright so you'll start with us Saturday night, tonight's just like you know, meet the guys, hang out what have you, get to know them a little bit and then I'll have you meet up with us in New York City at The Hotel near The Ritz - the address is listed on the schedule there. Type O Negative is opening that night so I'll need you there as early as possible, to help get the guys ready and on time... you know the usual stuff," Steve explains as he goes over the schedule with me.

"Oh, ok so it's not just Pantera?" I ask little surprised as it wasn't mentioned in the contract that I signed.

"Nope, it also includes the supporting bands as well... you're ok with that right?" Steve says looking at me with a concerned expression.

"Yea, yea... I have no problem with that at all," I say as I start to feel a little stressed about it. I've never worked for 2 bands at the same time before.

"Again, it's still all the usual stuff, there's no curveballs thrown in there so don't worry," Steve chuckles and I offer a smile. It seemed pretty standard, a few interviews with a couple of magazines, some T.V interviews with Pantera and Type O on MTV in New York here and about 14 dates in regards to performances which also include a couple of shows in Toronto Ontario. It's going to be a long 16 weeks but this is going to be awesome.

"If you have any questions or anything, you can come and find me but you should be fine," Steve smiles at me.

"Sure, sounds good," I say as I glance over the schedule some more.

"Alright, see you Saturday," Steve says and holds out his hand for me to shake. I give him a sweet smile feeling confident I can pull this off and head back to the dressing room.

16 weeks? Fuck, I had no idea it was this long. I wish I hadn't lost everything in my luggage bag for fuck sakes. Why the fuck didn't I keep the contract with me? But of course Andrea you just had to have a tiny little lacy mini dress in your bag but nothing else important other than your wallet and ID... I hate how I fail at life sometimes.

As I walk down the long corridor, The dressing room door was wide open and I could hear the yelling and laughter bellowing out which actually made me giggle. I can hear Kenny with his husky voice telling some story making everyone yell with laughter as I approach the open door.

".... so we were fucked... I swear, I can't even watch Spinal Tap cause I live that shit all the fucking time!" Kenny laughs with Dime as he takes a drag of his cigarette and looks up to see me walking in the room. He was sitting in a chair beside Dime as they laughed away with each other.

"Hey baby," He says sweetly which then Dime follows with a huge hello even though I just saw him a few minutes ago. Then Vinny and Rex walk in behind me saying hello and grabbing a couple of beers that were in a bin full of ice.

"Andi, there's beer... help yourself," Dime says as he gestures to the large bin full of ice and takes a sip of his beer, but then Vinny just opens one and hands it to me instead.

"So are you the new assistant?" Vinny asks and takes a sip of his beer.

"Um, yea... yea I am," I say and take a sip.

"You worked with Soundgarden right?" Vinny asks.

"Um yea I did," I figure now I should just accept the fact that everyone is going to automatically associate me with Soundgarden. It's not a bad thing I just want to be able to make a name for myself, have people remember me for me, and I know that's probably just going to take some time.

"Well, welcome to the family," Vinny smiles sweetly and clinks his beer to mine and it felt pretty cool that he said that.

"You're not starting tonight are you?" Dime asks me.

"No, no... Saturday is when I officially start," I say and take a sip of my beer as I head over to sit beside Kenny.

"Oh, and um... I apparently work for you now too," I say to Kenny and take another sip of my beer as I flip my curls out of my face and Kenny gives me a sly smile.

"Really...? Hmmm... so does that mean you're gonna do anything I want?" Kenny says slyly moving closer to me, placing his arm around the back of my chair.

"No it means I have to look after your ass... and make sure you're all on time and all that shit," I smirk at him and take another sip of my beer.

"But what if I'm in need of some extra assistance...?" Kenny says low and raspy in my ear, brushing my curls off my shoulder. I close my eyes for a moment and inhale his sweet cologne that makes me want him all over again.

"Then I guess, you'll have to show me so that I can help you," I tease flicking my eyes back to his and he touches his forehead to mine.

"God, I fucking love you," He chuckles and I giggle back and press my lips to his.

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Graeme McDowell admits 2010 US Open win surprised his children as tournament returns to Pebble Beach

Graeme McDowell knew how far he had fallen when sitting on the couch watching the final round of the 2017 US Open with

The things that went through his mind, the two things that went through his mind. On the screen, Brooks Koepka had bombed his way through the 18th hole in Erin Hills and held the trophy.

& # 39; I could tell that my girls didn't believe me when I told them I had done that, & # 39; I remembered. So I went to my office and came back with my replica, and you could see them looking at Brooks with his trophy and looking at me, and thinking, "Okay then."

Graeme McDowell celebrates with the trophy after US Open victory at Pebble Beach in 2010

Graeme McDowell celebrates with the trophy after the victory of the US Open at Pebble Beach in 2010

Graeme McDowell celebrates with the trophy after the US Open victory at Pebble Beach in 2010 [ThedaughtersofMcDowelldidn'tdoitatthesametimebuthedidn'tknow

McDowell's daughters did not initially believe he had won the famous trophy

& # 39; It was a moving moment. that time and deep inside I thought: maybe this is what it will come down to: I will have to pull out the trophies and remind them of the past when I was good.

& # 39; I was wondering : Is this it? Is this all I have? Will it be be reflection time for the rest of my life? Fortunately I have now bought myself a few years where I still have it.

The delay follows his emergence from the wilderness with his first PGA Tour victory since November 2015, in the Dominican Republic in March and could not have been better timed.

Next week, the US Open will make its long-awaited return to its most celebrated location, the spectacular Pebble Beach. The last time it was staged there in 2010, G-Mac became the first golfer from the UK to win the US national title since Tony Jacklin 40 years earlier – and the first on the island of Ireland.

McDowell not only played with Dustin Johnson during the last two rounds, the three best players of their generation – Ernie Els, Tiger Woods and Phil Mickelson – finished third and fourth respectively.

& # 39; I still think that the 66 that Dustin shot on Saturday was the best round of golf I've ever seen, & said McDowell. & # 39; But on Sunday I triple the second hole and then I had to reload with the third and I thought: & # 39; This is again under my control. & # 39;

] The Northern Irish looks at the sky after sealing his greatest triumph on the 18th hole "

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The Northern Irish looks in the air after sealing his greatest triumph on the 18th hole

Pebble Beach showed all that cruel beauty that day . It is a course with small greens and when the flags are tucked away and the breeze picks up, it's all about survival.

& # 39; It was such a difficult test, & # 39; McDowell said. & # 39; & # 39; It was a difficult test, & # 39; & # 39; McDowell said. & # 39; Most of the time you didn't look at the flags at all, you just tried to crawl the ball onto the greens so that you could possibly make yourself an exciting two-putt. & # 39;

McDowell had traveled to California in a cheerful mood after winning the Wales Open two weeks earlier.

& # 39; Funnily enough, it rolled over the back and I ended up being a bogeyman, but it told me I could handle the pressure, & he said. & # 39; I birdied the 15th, and although there was a slight nervous shot on the 17th, I knew I could enjoy the 18th with a two-shot lead. & # 39;

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McDowell was accompanied by his father Ken on the 18th after securing the victory "the 18th after securing the victory"

McDowell was accompanied by his father Ken on the 18th thereafter the victory ning healed

In the end, the Frenchman Gregory Havret would prove his closest pursuer, while he fit back seven in a row behind. McDowell could not be denied while he was ticking from 12 inches for his monotonous triumph. It was Father's Day and his joy was limitless when his father, Kenny, joined him on the 18th green.

& # 39; I think that's the most proud thing I've felt on a golf course, & # 39; McDowell said. & # 39; The Ryder Cups are the most exciting, they are such adrenaline punches and I have loved all four I have played in.

Looking back, my lasting memory was just how many quality photos I took on the last day. It was pure US Open golf: a real routine where you have to draw well and I hope we will come back to that. We have left it the last few years, it has been more for the bombers. I don't want to criticize.

& # 39; If you are a former US Open champion, the tournament is naturally close to your heart, but we must go back to that, & # 39; for a great score & # 39; type mindset. That is the DNA of the tournament.

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The Open returns to Portrush for the first time since 1951, but McDowell has not secured its place Portrush for the first time since 1951, but McDowell has not secured its place

Pebble Beach is just the beginning of a few weeks for McDowell, and in July, something has never considered growing up when the Open first returns to its hometown since 1951. The problem for McDowell, which ends July 40, still works back the years of fighting.

The man who ended his annus mirabilis in 2010 sinking the winning putt during the Ryder Cup at Celtic Manor had dropped to 257th in the world before his March win.

There is still time, but there is clearly extra pressure on the deadline closer.

It is now my only blip on the horizon, I have taken care of the rest, & he said with a creepy smile.

I know if I will continue to play as I did, then it will take care of itself. I can't even consider not being a competitor. I have a number of other obligations that mean I will be there before the beginning of the week, but I would have to leave town if it started Thursday if I wasn't playing. No amount of Guinness could keep me there. & # 39;

Let's hope it doesn't come to that and it will take care of things with a strong show at the US Open next week. Let's hope it's an old-fashioned US Open, where it's rough, horrible, the wind is blowing, the greens are slippery and half of the field groans. Then you will see the real G-Mac.

& # 39; I'm looking forward to it & # 39 ;, he says. & # 39; We have a former champion dinner on Tuesday, which is not held every year and that makes it special. There will be 35 of us, with our partners, and that will kick the week in the right way.

You know, it's Pebble Beach. It is indisputably one of the greatest pieces of golfing real estate, and I will always become part of its history and allure. That's pretty cool. & # 39;

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