“There are a couple of game rooms still up there. Mainly there are classrooms. They teach nutrition classes here, sewing, knitting.”
Gunnar snickered. “That sounds great for a kid.”
Eboni fought to keep from rolling her eyes. “Children aren’t the only ones who use this center.” After speaking to the man at the front desk, she led Gunnar to the upstairs area.
She showed him the classrooms first. Paint peeled from the walls in every room.
“Besides a basic sprucing up of the place, it also needs equipment.” She touched a sewing machine. “I think your mother donated this machine from her boutique.”
“So my mother has done a lot for the center.”
Again, Eboni kept herself from commenting and rolling her eyes. “The games in this room may have been here when you and I used to come here as kids.” She pointed out the stacks of game boxes in the next room. “Some pieces are missing.” Eboni walked him over to a platform overlooking the empty swimming pool. “The pool has been broken for over a year. Not enough money in the budget to repair it.”
Gunnar remained quiet throughout the sad tour until Eboni brought him to the basketball courts. The players’ sneakers squeaked across the glossy hardwood floor as they played.
“The nets all need to be restrung. And the floor needs--”
“Okay, I get it. The place needs work.” Gunnar turned around and headed to the front door.
Eboni had to step up her walk to a trot to keep up with him. “It’s a school day, so you can’t see all the kids that are normally here.”
Gunnar burst through the door and stomped to his vehicle. He glanced to the side. “What about them?”
A group of teenage boys hung around the back of the center by the dumpster.
“Probably skipping school.”
Gunnar shook his head. “Maybe the place should be leveled and made into a park or a parking lot.” He unlocked and opened Eboni’s door.
“That’s your answer? Make something that could help people into a parking lot?” Without his assistance, she jumped into the passenger seat. When he got into the driver’s side, she lit into him. “What happened to you? I mean really. You turned your life around when you were here. Then all of the sudden, you had to go. It was like you lost your heart.”
Gunnar stared at her for a moment before pulling out of the spot and driving back to his mother’s home without saying a word.
“I knew it.” Eboni settled back into the seat. “You’re a cruel, heartless man who doesn’t give a damn about children or your community or anything else but yourself. I wish you hadn’t come back home.”
Eboni didn’t care if he stopped in the middle of the road and put her out of his vehicle. She’d tried making the best out of the situation. He made it impossible by offering no explanation or showing any compassion.
After the grocery trip and a very long nap, Eboni decided to take a bath before making herself dinner. Eboni needed and deserved a break. She had hoped that she would be in Queen’s home without intrusion.
Eboni had had no idea an apartment even existed in Queen’s two-story detached garage. She hoped that Gunnar had his own kitchen within that apartment. He must since he’d taken his food directly to his place when they got back to Queen’s house.
Before submerging herself into the balmy water, Eboni thought about Gunnar. It hurt her that with one call from his mother, he came back home. He couldn’t make that same sacrifice for her. Why hadn’t she rated as someone just as special to him?
Eboni stripped and climbed into the pink bathtub. She laughed thinking about Gunnar and his equally hulking brothers bathing in this pink tub and matching pink bathroom. Queen Elizabeth epitomized girlie.
After her bath, she dried herself and wrapped a robe around her body. She heard a light tapping against the window. She opened the blinds to discover heavy sleeting rain pelting against the glass. Something else caught her attention. Across from her, she saw Gunnar in what must be the bedroom.
He walked around shirtless. From her vantage point, it looked like he had a towel wrapped around his waist. He must have just gotten out of a bath or shower, too. His blond hair looked almost dark brown as it lay wet against his face. He pushed his hand over his hair to get it out of his eyes.
Eboni had to lick her lips as stared at his shiny body. His muscles seemed bigger and more defined. In her head, she calculated the number of steps it would take to get to his room.
In that moment, Gunnar glanced over. He did a double take when he caught Eboni staring at him. Instead of closing his blinds, he returned her stare with an intense one. He braced his hands against the window pane.
Eboni’s breathing increased. She chewed on her lower lip as her body warred with her to go over to see him. Then she thought about their last conversation before he’d left to start his fighting career. She recalled him walking away from her without a thought in his head about what she had going on in her life at that time. He didn’t care about her.
Eboni had to love herself more not to get caught in his life again. She reached up and twisted a rod next to the blinds to close them again. She had to stay as far away from that man as possible or she could risk another heartbreak. She couldn’t go through that again.
* * * *
Gunnar should be filled with a renewed spirit. After visiting with his mother last night and seeing her full of hope, he should have gone into surgery day feeling positive. Instead, he felt helpless. If he could, he wanted to be in the operating room with the doctor and staff even if wiping sweat off the doctor’s brow had been his only function.
It didn’t surprise him that Eboni came to the hospital. She did care about Elizabeth, almost as much as Gunnar and his brothers.
He refused to let Eboni’s harsh words from yesterday cloud his mind. She assessed him based on his actions as a young, dumb eighteen-year-old who had only focused on himself. She wouldn’t even give him a chance to show a different side of himself. Gunnar had to concentrate on his mother right now.
Gunnar sat in the room where his mother would be returning after her procedure. His phone and hers had not stopped ringing since the surgery had started. He reassured the parties on the other line that Queen Elizabeth would be okay and, no, she hadn’t gotten out of surgery yet, but they had hope she would be fine.
Gunnar’s knee bounced as he kept his stare to the floor. That same glazed-over feeling he would get during his fights happened again. He concentrated on a small dark fleck in the pattern on the tile floor. His mind went blank except for that black speck. If he allowed his thoughts to gain freedom, he would only think of his mother, the surgery, and the possible consequences.
“Gunnar!”
His name being shouted snapped him out of his concentration. He peered up and stared at Eboni who sat across from him.
“You want something to eat or drink?” She held up her purse.
He shook his head, too afraid to speak until he got confirmation of his mother’s condition. Gunnar squeezed his hands into fists, trying to relieve the ache he felt in them. Right now, he would kill to have a heavy bag to work out some of his anxiety.
“What if she doesn’t…” He let the words trail off.
“Hey, hey.” Eboni went to him and crouched down to meet him at eye level. “Don’t think that way. They don’t call her Queen Elizabeth because she wears a lot of jewelry.”
Gunnar peered up and stared into Eboni’s soulful eyes.
“She’s a strong woman. You have to think positive.” She kept her stare on him as though trying to make sure he understood every word she’d