the grace in her every movement...
“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind.” He hung his coat on a hook and perused a small display of yoga mats, blocks and water bottles. “I’ll have to buy a mat. I don’t have one.”
“Help yourself.” Hayden’s gaze glanced off him again, and then almost relieved, she said, “Oh, good, she’s here.”
A fortysomething blonde woman ran toward the building, her yoga mat under her arm.
“Sherry had a last-minute need for an appointment, so I piggybacked onto your session. With the holiday week being so busy, I couldn’t fit her in any other time.” Hayden blew out the news in a nonstop stream. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Of course he minded. He’d scheduled a one-on-one with Hayden, and now he had to share his time with Sherry Baker, SWC’s premiere real estate agent.
“Oh, hi, Tate.” Sherry patted him on the shoulder before hanging her coat and scarf on the hook next to his. “I didn’t know you practiced yoga.”
He slid his eyes to Hayden, who bit her lip and locked the door. She’d double booked herself on purpose. For some reason.
“You know me,” he told Sherry. “I’m always trying to support more local businesses.”
“Get this one.” Sherry handed him a black yoga mat. “It’s manly and the same brand as mine.”
“Done.” He turned to Hayden with a million questions he couldn’t ask. “Mind if I pay you after?”
Her mouth hovered open for a beat as Sherry unrolled her yoga mat. With an audience, Hayden didn’t have much of a choice other than being polite.
“Sure.”
“Great.” He took his spot on the studio floor. He’d won that round. He planned on sticking around after Sherry left. He wanted answers.
For Hayden, doing yoga was like breathing. She slipped into each pose easily, pausing to instruct Sherry and Tate through the movements.
Sherry was in her midforties with two teenagers. Her son had recently moved to a college campus and her younger daughter was thirteen and embroiled in a teenage spat with her two best friends, Callie and Samantha. Hayden knew this because Sherry hadn’t stopped talking since class had started.
Sherry also mentioned her twenty unwanted pounds and a caffeine habit that bordered on addiction, and said she hoped doing one healthy thing like yoga would lead to other healthy things like cutting down on coffee and overtime at work.
Tate remained resolutely silent, though she’d caught a small smile on his mouth more than once as he’d eased from one pose into the other.
During downward dog pose Hayden moved to assist Sherry with her alignment. “Push your five fingertips into the mat rather than the palm of your hand,” she instructed. “We don’t want compressed wrists.”
Hayden turned to Tate next, willing herself to remember she was a teacher and a professional. There was never anything sexual involved in helping a student.
Until now.
One look at Tate’s ass, his legs and arms strong and straight, and a wave of attraction walloped her in the stomach. As fate would have it, she was also going to have to touch his hips to move him into more of a V form than a U.
Dammit.
One hand on his back, the other on his hips, she instructed him to lower his heels to the floor as much as he was able. He breathed out with the effort, that breath reverberating along her arm and hand, and she became even more aware of him than before.
Who knew that was possible?
Those sorts of thoughts were exactly what Sherry’s presence was supposed to quell.
She led them from downward dog to cobra, encouraging Sherry to use her knees if she needed to. When Hayden turned to tell Tate the same thing, he lowered into the pushup-like pose with what appeared to be very little effort. A closer look at his biceps and she realized they shook subtly as he took his time, holding himself in plank pose a moment before dropping his waist and pushing up with his arms.
She stared, unabashedly, which he must’ve noticed a moment later, when he sent her a cocky smirk.
Show-off.
She returned to her mat and walked them through one more sun salutation, ending in mountain pose: standing, hands in prayer pose at the chest.
“Namaste,” Hayden said. “That concludes our lesson for the day.”
“Woo! That was intense, girlfriend!” Sherry waved her hands in front of her pink face. “I’m sure Tate would’ve preferred a less chatty partner, though.”
Sherry winked at him, and Hayden smothered a laugh. Sherry was happily married and treated Tate like she would a friend or any other familiar resident of SWC.
You know, the same way you should be treating him.
“I have to return to the office,” Sherry announced. “Can I call to schedule a follow-up after the holiday?”
“Whenever you like.” Hayden walked Sherry to the door, chatting to stall while waiting for Tate to leave. Instead, Tate was at the front desk, his rolled mat on the surface.
Crap. She forgot he needed to pay.
Sherry left and Hayden made her way to the front desk, her heart hammering.
“If you admit that you booked Sherry because you couldn’t trust yourself to be alone with me, I’ll forgive you for it,” he told her.
“Ha!” She left it at that because any response other than “Yep, that’s correct!” would have been a lie.
She didn’t trust herself alone with him. His kiss the other night had been too welcome, his presence too distracting. She had enough drama in her life without creating some of her own.
Last night after he left she’d thought more about the chaos in Tate’s life. Not one parental pair but two. And a surprise twin brother. Hayden had come to Spright Island specifically to avoid drama not become embroiled in it. That, and the fact she didn’t trust herself to be alone with him, was why she’d scheduled Sherry for the same timeslot.
Tate wasn’t unlike that second serving of ice cream she knew she shouldn’t have. It seemed that no amount of willpower could keep her from one more taste.
“Thirty-two dollars.”
He handed her his credit card.
“It’s a really good mat,” she explained needlessly as she charged his card. Anything to fill the dead air between them.
“I wasn’t arguing.”
“No, I guess you wouldn’t.” She imagined thirty-two dollars to Tate Duncan must be what thirty-two cents felt like to her.
“What’s going on, Hayden? Do you find me particularly hard to get along with?”
“I—Sorry. That was rude.” She handed his card back and flipped the screen around for him to sign it. When he was finished, she tucked her iPad into the drawer and, with no other task before her, was forced to meet his eyes.
He stood there like he had nowhere else to be.
“I didn’t schedule Sherry only because I didn’t want to be alone with you. It worked well since you’re both beginners.”
He nodded slowly.
“Plus, what did you expect after you barged in here—”
“I barged?”
“—and