“Duh, she knows. I’m sure they spent last night together.”
A couple of my teammates giggle-laughed. Whores.
“You know, I heard she went by Cordero’s office and he gave her an ultimatum: Stop seeing him or he’d trade her.”
“No way! What’d she say?”
“Oh, I have no idea, but I think that’s why they were planning on benching her in the semi-final the other night. If that would have been me, and they told me I wasn’t starting, I don’t even know what I would’ve done. But not Sal, she just stood there. I didn’t see her bat an eyelash.”
“No shit. She’s never upset; I don’t think she feels anything. I know I’ve never seen her cry.”
Yep, still not looking.
“Me neither. Her entire life revolves around playing. She’s a robot or something.”
And that was my cue to zone the group out. To zone every single girl I’d at one point or another helped, including Genevieve.
A robot. They thought I was a robot.
I took a breath.
Everything was fine.
I only had one more game to go. That was it. Five more practices to get through before the season was over.
What was that saying? When life gives you lemons, go to a taco stand.
* * *
When I pulled into the driveway that day, there was a mountain bike off to the side, and next to it was the German. The Audi was nowhere in sight.
“I didn’t know you were here,” I said, getting out. “I took a yoga class at the gym already; otherwise I would have come home and made you do some with me.” I wasn’t even joking either. His butt in downward dog… God help me. It seemed to be one of the only things that could cheer me up lately.
Kulti dusted off said bubble butt as he got to his feet. “I’ve only been here an hour.”
From anyone else, the comment would have sounded like he was impatient, but he didn’t look anxious at all. “Did you ride your bike all the way over?” I asked, eyeing the black mountain bike I’d never seen before.
“Yes,” he said, taking my bag from me. “I bought it this morning.”
I followed him up the stairs and handed him the keys to open the door. He left my bag in the exact same place I usually had it and set my dad’s hat on the appropriate hook. My dad had said I wasn’t allowed to ever wash that damn Corona hat.
“I’m going to hop in the shower. I’ll be back out soon.”
In no time, I was in and out. By the time I made it back, he was on the couch watching television. I grabbed a protein bar and took a seat on the other end.
Kulti tilted his head and raked his gaze from my face down, down, down to land on the white tank top I’d put on over a clean sports bra, and then kept right on burning a visual path to my thighs. He took a quick breath I almost missed. Those amber eyes slid back up to my face.
“What is it?” I scrunched up my face, expecting the worst.
“Do those freckles go everywhere?”
He was talking about the freckles on my chest and my stupid, stupid nipples reacted as if he were calling them to attention. “Umm…”
A tendon in his neck flexed, and Kulti gave me what could have been considered a grimace. “I’ll behave.” A shaky sigh made its way out of his chest and reached straight into mine. “I need to tell you what my lawyer said.”
“Is it bad news?” With my luck lately, I shouldn’t expect any different.
“No. She looked over your contract, drew up our own, and she’ll be sending that to Cordero tomorrow with a check to buy you out.”
There were so many keywords in one sentence. Leaving the Pipers was really happening. Jesus Christ. “That’s all?”
“Yes.”
It would all be over soon. The reminder that Kulti was paying to get me out of the Pipers made my stomach feel just the slightest bit weird. It was happening. Oh man. “I—“
“Don’t say anything about your contract.” He shot me an even look. “I had no idea how much it was worth, and frankly, it was insulting once she told me the number.”
To him it would seem like chump change. Well, to most professional athletes it would definitely seem like nothing. What could you do? I enjoyed playing, and I made ends meet with what I did with Marc. It wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t need a luxury car, a massive house or name-brand things to make me happy. But it was the thing he said about how I would do it for him if the tables were turned, that kept me from kicking up a huge stink. He was right. I would buy him out if he were in my shoes, so I wasn’t going to be a huge hypocrite about it. Maybe I could pay him back somehow later on.
“Has your agent heard back from any of the teams?” he wanted to know.