eyebrows lasciviously, making Kimberly giggle. “We’re all going out to dinner,” he said.
“Really? What’d you say?”
Samuel stretched his arms over his head. His muscles bulged. “I said, ‘Nelson, great class, man. My girlfriend and I were wondering if you’d like to come to dinner.’”
“ Girlfriend ?”
He gently shoved Kimberly off his mat, and her arm tingled where he touched her. “I know,” he said as he rolled the mat up. “I can’t believe he bought it, either. You are way too…”
Kimberly gave him a warning look.
“Too cute to date a bum like me,” he finished gracefully. He winked and sauntered off toward the men’s locker room.
Kimberly rolled her mat, then snuck a look at Nelson. He was watching her, and when their gazes met, he smiled.
She looked away, embarrassed, then hurried to the showers.
Nelson watched the curvy brunette exit the studio, her neck bowed. All that gorgeous, dark hair. When she’d let it down and slowly shook it out, he’d had to turn away to keep himself from thinking impure thoughts.
A thin woman with a sour expression walked up to him. “Wonderful class,” she said, her voice oozing snobbery. “Between us, you’re much better than Grace.”
“Thank you,” Nelson said neutrally. If the woman thought that, she didn’t know much about yoga. He’d been practicing off and on his entire life, but he wasn’t a great teacher. The only reason he taught was because his sister owned the studio and had suckered him into doing a beginner’s class. This was his first intermediate class, and while it had gone well, he’d felt a little out of his depth.
“Maybe I’ll switch to your class.”
He smiled politely. “I’m afraid it’s full.”
“Too bad. Guess I’ll see you around.”
She was the last to leave. Nelson ducked into the men’s locker room and changed back into jeans and a striped polo shirt. When he was finished he went outside to meet Samuel and Kimberly.
Samuel wore jeans and a black shirt that stretched across his shoulders. Samuel put his hands on his hips, and the fabric strained. Nelson forced himself to look away. Kimberly wore slacks and a white blouse. The top buttons were undone, revealing a swell of cleavage. Nelson’s jeans felt too tight suddenly.
“So glad you accepted,” Samuel said enthusiastically. They shook hands. Samuel gripped him tightly, and Nelson found himself wondering if Kimberly suspected her boyfriend might not be straight. Samuel was an attractive man, with rebellious, curly blond hair and inquisitive blue eyes. He had a cherubic innocence that probably allowed him to get away with all kinds of nonsense.
“Nice to meet you,” Kimberly said shyly. He shook her petite hand. Her fingers were soft. She was the first to pull away from their contact.
“Thanks for inviting me.” He turned and locked the front door. “I only moved to town a few months ago and am still trying to get my bearings, so your offer is much appreciated.”
“From where?” Kimberly asked. She had chocolate brown eyes that Nelson could get lost in.
“Seattle. I grew up a few hours from here, though. Job situation changed, so I moved back.” He didn’t bother going into the details of how he’d sold his startup tech company and then had been forced out. It had been humiliating. One month he was on the cover of Pacific Entrepreneur, the next he was effectively unemployed.
The terms of the deal meant he’d never need to work again. Every digit before the last seven zeros simply meant more than enough. He was 30, and he had much more than enough, but he didn’t want to be retired.
Samuel stepped close, those innocent eyes full of mischief. “There’s a great Tibetan restaurant about ten minutes away.”
“No,” Kimberly said. “That place is too expensive. How about Pizza Palace? It’s closer.”
Samuel rolled his eyes. “Whenever we eat there, my cat ignores me for a day. I think they put rat into the
“Really? What’d you say?”
Samuel stretched his arms over his head. His muscles bulged. “I said, ‘Nelson, great class, man. My girlfriend and I were wondering if you’d like to come to dinner.’”
“ Girlfriend ?”
He gently shoved Kimberly off his mat, and her arm tingled where he touched her. “I know,” he said as he rolled the mat up. “I can’t believe he bought it, either. You are way too…”
Kimberly gave him a warning look.
“Too cute to date a bum like me,” he finished gracefully. He winked and sauntered off toward the men’s locker room.
Kimberly rolled her mat, then snuck a look at Nelson. He was watching her, and when their gazes met, he smiled.
She looked away, embarrassed, then hurried to the showers.
Nelson watched the curvy brunette exit the studio, her neck bowed. All that gorgeous, dark hair. When she’d let it down and slowly shook it out, he’d had to turn away to keep himself from thinking impure thoughts.
A thin woman with a sour expression walked up to him. “Wonderful class,” she said, her voice oozing snobbery. “Between us, you’re much better than Grace.”
“Thank you,” Nelson said neutrally. If the woman thought that, she didn’t know much about yoga. He’d been practicing off and on his entire life, but he wasn’t a great teacher. The only reason he taught was because his sister owned the studio and had suckered him into doing a beginner’s class. This was his first intermediate class, and while it had gone well, he’d felt a little out of his depth.
“Maybe I’ll switch to your class.”
He smiled politely. “I’m afraid it’s full.”
“Too bad. Guess I’ll see you around.”
She was the last to leave. Nelson ducked into the men’s locker room and changed back into jeans and a striped polo shirt. When he was finished he went outside to meet Samuel and Kimberly.
Samuel wore jeans and a black shirt that stretched across his shoulders. Samuel put his hands on his hips, and the fabric strained. Nelson forced himself to look away. Kimberly wore slacks and a white blouse. The top buttons were undone, revealing a swell of cleavage. Nelson’s jeans felt too tight suddenly.
“So glad you accepted,” Samuel said enthusiastically. They shook hands. Samuel gripped him tightly, and Nelson found himself wondering if Kimberly suspected her boyfriend might not be straight. Samuel was an attractive man, with rebellious, curly blond hair and inquisitive blue eyes. He had a cherubic innocence that probably allowed him to get away with all kinds of nonsense.
“Nice to meet you,” Kimberly said shyly. He shook her petite hand. Her fingers were soft. She was the first to pull away from their contact.
“Thanks for inviting me.” He turned and locked the front door. “I only moved to town a few months ago and am still trying to get my bearings, so your offer is much appreciated.”
“From where?” Kimberly asked. She had chocolate brown eyes that Nelson could get lost in.
“Seattle. I grew up a few hours from here, though. Job situation changed, so I moved back.” He didn’t bother going into the details of how he’d sold his startup tech company and then had been forced out. It had been humiliating. One month he was on the cover of Pacific Entrepreneur, the next he was effectively unemployed.
The terms of the deal meant he’d never need to work again. Every digit before the last seven zeros simply meant more than enough. He was 30, and he had much more than enough, but he didn’t want to be retired.
Samuel stepped close, those innocent eyes full of mischief. “There’s a great Tibetan restaurant about ten minutes away.”
“No,” Kimberly said. “That place is too expensive. How about Pizza Palace? It’s closer.”
Samuel rolled his eyes. “Whenever we eat there, my cat ignores me for a day. I think they put rat into the
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