She eyed me. “If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure. Thanks though, I really do appreciate it.”
Harlow eyed me suspiciously as she walked out, as if expecting me to change my mind and ask her to exact vengeance on my behalf. I suddenly realized I wouldn’t just be leaving the Pipers. For the first time since I’d decided I didn’t have any choice but to go somewhere else, the reality of leaving two of my closest friends for the last few years really got to me.
Having to make new friends and get in well with new teammates wasn’t that daunting. I’d done it over and over again throughout my life, but if I stayed with the WPL, I wouldn’t get to play with them anymore anyway, would I?
I swallowed the melancholy down and reminded myself that I needed to do what was best for me. Right.
“Knock, knock,” Gardner called out in the middle of pushing the door open.
“Come in,” I called out.
His graying head was the first thing I noticed. He was still wearing the same suit and tie from the game.
I kept an eye on the door expecting Kulti to come in after him, but there was no one there. Well, that was disappointing.
“I’m happy to see your head is still attached,” he said gently, taking a seat.
I smiled at him, only halfway feeling it. Since the Franz thing, I hadn’t been sure how to act around Gardner. I doubted he knew, and I especially doubted that he had anything to do with their decision to trade me, but there was no way to know for sure. “Hey, thanks for coming.”
“I had to come check on you, kid. Phyllis and everyone else send their best wishes.” But they hadn’t wanted to come. Okay. It wasn’t like I wanted them to visit anyway. “How are you feeling?”
I shrugged my shoulders lightly. “Fine. A little frustrated, but it’s okay.”
“I wouldn’t expect any different from you.” He grinned.
“Tell me how the game went,” I asked.
Gardner only stayed for a bit. He kept eyeing his watch until he finally sat up straight. “I need to get going, there’s a few things I need to do before we leave tomorrow. The hospital staff knows to give me a ring once they know for sure when you’re getting released, but give me a call too so that we have someone here to pick you up.”
“Write your number down for me, will you? Jenny has my cell.”
He jotted it down on the same paper Sheena had used earlier. “Feel better. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He left, and I was alone again.
I didn’t let myself think of Kulti, and why he hadn’t come to check on me yet.
I watched more television, had a visit from a nurse, and finally gave up hope that the German was coming to check on me around eight o’clock. I mean, we were just friends. He wasn’t my boyfriend or anything. Plus, I’m sure he’d found out from someone else that I was fine.
I got off the bed and headed to the bathroom where I showered, put on the same underwear and scrubs they’d let me wear since I’d declined a gown, and went back out. The instant the bathroom door opened, I knew someone else was in the room. I could see the green and black running shoes on the mattress.
Sure enough, in the chair closest to the bed, was a surly scowling German with his feet propped up, a fruit bouquet on his lap and remote on the armrest. The television was set to the Sports Network. Kulti’s head, the hair still as closely cut as always, turned slowly in my direction. “Taco,” he greeted me.
“Berlin.” I rounded the chair and went to sit on the edge of the bed, facing him. Kulti’s lids were low as he regarded my face, plucking a piece of star-shaped pineapple from the big bouquet on his lap. He didn’t look amused or particularly happy to see me either. “What’s your problem?” I asked him when he continued staring.
He crossed one foot over the other, put a strawberry in his mouth, and kept right on scrutinizing me.
All right. I eyed what was left of the fruit. “Did you bring that for me?”
Those green-brown eyes stayed steady as he took a piece of kale, put it between his lips and chewed.
When I stuck my hand out to pluck a chocolate-covered strawberry, he moved the bouquet out of my reach.
“Seriously?”
He blinked.
“What’s up your butt?” I asked.
He swallowed the kale in his mouth and kept his face even. “I called you.”
It was my turn to blink. “I was too busy being carted out on a stretcher to drop by the locker room and grab my phone,” I deadpanned.
“I see.” He put a piece of pineapple in his mouth.
“Is that why you’re mad?”
“I’m not mad.”
“You’re mad.”