Page 34 of Home Game

Her chin jutted out. “You just surprised me, that’s all.”

Tough girl was back. “Probably not as much as you surprised me.”

A ghost of a smile graced her lips. “What are you doing?”

“Just thinking about furniture.”

“For this room?”

“For this apartment.”

She moved closer into the room and her fingers traced the edge of a box. “Yeah, you could probably use a few more chairs or something.”

I looked at her. “So, I need to go to the gym and then I have practice this afternoon.”

She shrugged. “Okay.”

“Would it be okay if I got a change of clothes and showered from my room?”

Flippant. “It’s your place.”

Yup. Tough girl was definitely back.

“Did you eat breakfast yet?”

She shook her head.

“Want a smoothie?”

“You don’t have to keep cooking for me.”

“I’m not sure making a smoothie counts as cooking, but it’s easy to make enough for two.”

“Okay.”

She followed me to the kitchen and watched me carefully while I measured ingredients into my high-powered blender.

“Does your building have a washer and dryer?” she asked.

“Doubt it. Most of the suites have their own.”

“Oh.”

I realized that she was probably desperate to wash her clothes. “I forgot, Krista brought you some clothes over yesterday.”

She froze. “She lent me some of her clothes?”

“No, she bought you some new ones.”

“Why would she do that?”

“I asked her to.” I found the paper clothing bags and carried them to the island. “They might not be what you like, but I figured it would get you out of those scrubs.”

She stared at all the bags on the counter, unmoving.

“Go ahead. Take a look. Whatever doesn’t fit, we can just return.”

She stood and reached into a bag with her good arm, pulling out a little black hoodie that zipped up the front. She stared at it for a long time. She shoved it back into the bag and peered into another bag but pulled nothing else out.

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