His Curvy Outcast by Mary E Thompson

Author:Mary E Thompson [Thompson, Mary E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mary E Thompson

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Willow

A new yoga studio. I never thought I’d see it anywhere near my town. It was exciting and a little scary. I’d thought about opening one, but I didn’t have the money and didn’t know anything about running a business. And the one person I knew who did was not speaking to me.

But I could take classes and I could be a member and I could learn what I could and hopefully it would translate into more experience for when I found another job somewhere that wasn’t MacKellar Cove.

I was sure Rowan was joking about taking a class with me, but when I mentioned I would be at the one Tuesday night, he said he’d join me. Even bigger shock was that he showed up.

“You have to promise you won’t laugh at me,” he said as we found spots in class.

I shook my head. “I make no promises of that nature.”

He grinned and my insides did funny things.

I didn’t want to like him. Yeah, the sex was spectacular, but he was a cop. And he was friends with Ramsey. The fact that he was still speaking to me was enough of a shock and made me wonder if he was a spy, but the way his eyes lingered on my curves and the way his sweatpants bulged in the front…I was pretty sure his ulterior motives had nothing to do with my brother-in-law.

He laid the hot pink mat I brought for him on the ground. When I handed it over, he raised an eyebrow but didn’t make a comment. I was sure he would refuse to use it and had a black one in my car just in case, but he took it like a man and embraced his feminine side. Or so he said.

He could embrace my feminine side.

I put my lavender mat next to his and sat down to remove my socks. He looked at me then folded onto his mat, looking less than comfortable.

“Are you sure I should be here?”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to come.”

“Always, but I don’t know anything about yoga.”

I rolled my eyes at his pun and said, “There are newbies in every class. You’ll pick it up. And if you don’t, it’ll be fodder for later.”

He chuckled softly and shook his head.

The instructor moved to the front of the class and welcomed us. She went through a brief intro about the studio and herself, thanking everyone for trying out a class. She turned on music and dimmed the lights and began.

All my stress filtered away.

I followed along with the instructor and owner of Balanced Life, Sylvia, and felt so at ease. She had a soft voice and a calming presence that melted over me and made me feel like I could do anything. That was what I loved about yoga. I was limitless. Yes, I needed to work to perfect a pose or maximize a stretch, but I was always able to do something that helped my body.

Rowan, on the other hand, didn’t seem to feel the same way.

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