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“Yes, I know what a joke is,” he grumbled back.
Whether it was because I was tired of this shit, his shit or whatever, I found myself caring less and less who he was and how I should probably treat him differently. Maybe not totally, but at least a little bit. “I’m happy to hear that.” I scooped the fifty bucks that had fallen on my lap after the meeting of his fist and my shoulder and tossed it at him. “I really do need to get to work though, so…” I tipped my head in the direction of the door at his side, indifferent to how rude I was being.
Did he look confused that I was kicking him out? I think so but he didn’t argue, and he took the wadded-up money and held onto it as he got out of the car. Straightening up, he held the door in one hand and looked inside. “Thank you.”
Finally.
I blinked at him and nodded. “You’re welcome.”
Just like that, he shut the door.
“Canyou confirm that his license is suspended?” the eager man asked.
I rubbed at my eyebrow with the back of my hand and stared at the reporter awkwardly.
What I could confirm was that he had an unreliable driver and I had yet to see him behind the wheel. Then again, didn’t rich people have drivers? I’d met a few who did. It wasn’t an uncommon thing. Hell, if I could afford it, I’d have someone drive me around too. Driving in traffic, in Houston traffic, sucked.
But his question nagged at me, right alongside the incident at the bar. Marc had given me the impression he hadn’t carried around any car keys with him, and I’d just never gotten around to investigating or finding out if Kulti had left a car at the bar or not. It wasn’t like I’d really cared anyway.
“I can’t confirm anything; I don’t know. I’m sorry, but I really do need to meet up with the team, I’m running late.” I was. I’d overslept big time.
“Have you seen him drive?” The man was relentless.
I hadn’t but I still wasn’t a dick enough to admit it. He might have been an asshole, but obviously he liked his privacy, and I wasn’t about throw him under the bus. Then there was the whole issue with Pipers’ management being really uptight about all things Reiner Kulti-related, so I sure as hell wasn’t about to dig myself into that hole. What did that mean? I needed to abort this mission, pronto. That’s exactly what I did.
“I haven’t paid attention. I’m sorry, but I really do need to get going. Sorry!” I hated being rude but in the long run, I’d rather come off as a jerk than turn out to be an unemployed person with a big mouth.
His license was being suspended? Wow. Really. Wow.
Whether it was true or not, and regardless of how much it wasn’t my business, I couldn’t help but think about it and how something like that could backfire on the team if the rumor got loose. Shouldn’t his agent or publicist or someone deal with it?
The longer I thought about it during practice, the more convinced I became that maybe I shouldn’t keep quiet about it. Most of the other questions I’d been asked had been harmless, but this wasn’t.
Damn it.
Finally about an hour into practice, I caught Kulti off to the side, going over our playbook. As casually as possible, I made my way over and in a voice just loud enough for only him to hear, I said, “Someone from theHouston Timesthis morning asked me if I knew about you having your license suspended. I don’t know anything, and that’s what I said, but I thought you should know so you can tell your PR person to take care of it, or whatever it is they do.”
It didn’t escape me that the moment the nine-letter word made its way out of my mouth, he stopped. His entire body strung itself into a tight immovable bow.
His body language wasn’t mine to analyze, I reminded myself, as I walked away to let him absorb what he’d learned.
But seriously, wouldn’t he have needed to get a DUI or a DWI to have a suspended license?
I wasn’t disappointed by the possibility that there was a chance he had one, I’d learned from a friend when I was younger that things like that were more luck-based than anything. How many people didn’t drive home after having a few drinks? Sometimes you got caught and most times you didn’t. Whatever.
Then again I’d grown up reading about Reiner Kulti’s strict regimen. How anal he was about his food and his workouts and his life in general. So…
It’s not your business. It really wasn’t, my business was on the field. I had to remind myself of that.
Chapter Twelve
Ishouldn’t have been surprisedto find the German waiting on the curb. Mostly, I wasn’t. Mostly.
“Need another ride?” I asked, stopping right next to him so that we were side by side.
He cut straight to it. “Please.”
Please. Well, how about that. I was almost tempted to look around and make sure pigs hadn’t started flying. “Come on, then.”
