The Look of Love. Crystal B. Bright

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      Before making his bed, he called Gideon first. As the middle child, Gid had become the mediator whenever a fight had occurred.

      “Calling me so early on a Monday morning.” Gideon laughed. “Shouldn’t you be on top of some supermodel or something right now after your big win?”

      “You would think so.” Gunnar opened a closet door and found a stack of clean sheets and blankets.

      “Don’t tell Mom I said that.” Gideon laughed.

      Gunnar knew his younger brother realized his crass statement about women wouldn’t go over well with their mother. At least Gideon recognized that and chalked up the suggestion as a joke.

      “Our little secret.” Gunnar smiled. As he thought about what he needed to tell his younger brother, he sobered. “Look, need to tell you something. It’s about Mom.” He threw the set of sheets on the bare mattress and then sat.

      “She’s in the hospital.” The levity left his brother’s tone.

      Gunnar scratched his head. “How did you know? Is it on that gossip site already?”

      His brother laughed. “Mom called me.”

      Gunnar shook his head. “After she asked me to call you and Thane. I should have known she would have done it herself. When has Mom ever needed anyone to do anything for her?”

      “She said she’s going to be fine,” Gideon said finally.

      “They’re going to install a stent tomorrow morning. Until she gets better, we’re going to have to run her businesses.”

      “Without question. I’ll leave--”

      “No,” Gunnar exclaimed. “Sorry for cutting you off. I’m sure Mom told you to play your game. She would be so disappointed if you didn’t live out your dream.”

      Gideon sighed. “How the hell am I not supposed to worry?”

      “I’m here. I’ll watch out for the three businesses.” Gunnar tried to make his voice as calming as possible. “I mean the two of them. Thank God, it’s winter and everything is closed down at the Oceanfront.”

      “Got to love being in a resort town.” Gideon coughed. “Right after the game, I’ll come home to run the flower shop.”

      Gunnar smiled. “You do have a knack with the flowers.”

      “And it’s what Mom wanted. Remember, she had us sign the power-of-attorney agreements a year or so ago?”

      Gunnar had forgotten about that until Gideon mentioned it.

      “Have you talked to Thane yet?” Gideon asked.

      Gunnar cleared his throat. “I’m going to call him after this. But I’ve only been able to get his voice mail lately.”

      “You know him. He’s busy with the team and his endorsements.”

      Good old Gideon. Still playing peacemaker.

      Gunnar assured Gideon that after her surgery, he would call both of them with the results.

      “Wish I could be there in person to root you on.” Gunnar had the tickets his brother had sent him in his bag. “I can’t leave Ma. Not now.”

      “You’d better not.” The lightness returned to Gideon’s voice. “Win or lose, I’ll come straight home.”

      Gunnar smiled. “You and your team will win. You’re the best quarterback in the league.”

      “Thanks, man. Keep me updated with what’s going with Mom.”

      “Of course.” Gunnar disconnected the call and then immediately called Thane.

      After the fourth ring, Thane’s voice mail kicked on to Gunnar’s disappointment.

      “Thane, it’s Gunnar, again.” He tried to keep the growl out of his voice, but his baby brother’s attitude wore down on his last nerve. “Calling to let you know about Mom if she hasn’t called you already.” He thought about leaving a message about her condition and that Thane would need to take care of the clothing shop, but he decided that if Thane wanted to know, he would have to call Gunnar. “Call me back and I’ll tell you what’s going on.” He paused and took a deep breath. “She needs us, man.”

      Gunnar disconnected the call. Before he did anything else, he fixed the queen-size bed, including covering the four pillows with pillowcases. He walked toward the bathroom that came complete with a full-size bathtub and shower.

      Before stepping inside, he braced his hands on the doorframe and thought about everything, about his mother, his brothers, and especially about Eboni.

      He dove into his bag and pulled out a roll of tape. He taped up his knuckles on both hands. Despite the slight bit of pain, he needed to work out some aggression.

      Gunnar stomped back downstairs to the garage area. He had to thank his mother for getting the smaller car since it now gave him additional room to work on the heavy bag that hung next to it.

      The black bag suspended on chains didn’t move until Gunnar put his hand on it. The familiar training device felt stiff under his touch. The cold air had hardened the leather. Good. The harder the obstacle, the more it would punish him.

      He started punching the sack. The thudding sound echoed off the walls. His heavy panting accompanied the sound of his fists connecting to the bag. His heart pounded, but with the thoughts of Eboni on his mind, he wondered if the workout or Eboni had a hand in his excited state.

      “I need to be here for Mom,” he said in between punches. “Have to keep my head on straight for her and not think of anything else.”

      Gunnar curved his body and landed an uppercut shot on the heavy bag. Like when he’d trained on the bag as a teenager, he attempted to get out all his pent-up feelings. Then he would take his shower, change, and go to the salon. With it being Monday, it wouldn’t be open.

      “Got to get things together. Have to keep the family together.” Gunnar huffed between each word.

      He fought through the pain of his tightening back. He got on the balls of his feet, as much as he could in his heavy boots, and he hopped around the bag, throwing jabs as he kept moving. He felt the burn in his butt and thighs, and he liked the sensation. The feeling meant that he pushed his body.

      When he thought of his body, Eboni’s form came to mind, or rather her new figure. He wished he hadn’t seen her again, not here, not now. Too many memories came flooding back.

      “Can’t. Think. Of. Eboni.” His punches became harder, like he wanted to put his fist through the bag. “Can’t. Think. Of. Her. Body.” His body trembled. “Work. Then. Go.” Sweat rolled in his eyes. If he kept up this intense pace, he would have to go outside to cool himself off. “Stay strong. Don’t think of touching her. Don’t think of--”

      Gunnar turned to the side door when he caught something in his peripheral vision. Eboni stood in the side СКАЧАТЬ