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exercise, to go along with her whole I’m-not-the-daughter-of-an-infamous-weapons-dealer kick. She’d been told that yoga helped to purify the mind, and cleaning out her parents’ house had brought back all the old nightmares. Actually they were more like memories, the never-ending court cases, news reporter microphones being shoved in her face, and her mother staring listlessly at the TV, looking as though hope and life had abandoned her forever.
    After her husband was arrested and the truth about their marriage came out, Darlene never truly saw her daughter again. Lore may as well have been a ghost to her mother. Walking through the rooms she’d haunted until she turned eighteen and left home for a new life resurrected an old, desperate need to be a normal, boring, and average citizen. She figured yoga would be an easy, stress-relieving method to stay healthy, and it was something an average gal did—one who didn’t have an embarrassing family history involving years of trials and lists of villages in far-off countries that may or may not have been destroyed by the weapons her father sold. It had taken years of therapy to move past those particular nightmares. It was a wonder she was as well-adjusted as she was.
    But, c’mon, yoga as a method of stress relief and purifying the mind? What an unequivocal crock of shit.
    By the end of every Sunday class, her muscles were screaming, her chest was heaving to gain any amount of breath she could gasp in, and her hair was so frizzy and disgusting with sweat it was a wonder any other human deemed her worthy to even look at.
    So why did she endure the torture week after week? The fine, muscled ass bent over in front of her was why she did it. Lore never thought of herself as an overly sexual being. She had needs that were sated quite well with a glass of wine and her rumbly vibrator. She was by no means an innocent, having had many riotous, drunken evenings in her college years. But she didn’t go out of her way to have sex. And by out of the way she meant going on dates or interacting with those of the opposite sex outside of necessary day-to-day conversations. After an adolescence of having her life put on display by the media, she liked her privacy, and relationships forced her to tell the secrets she’d rather keep.
    But, oh, she could imagine herself a sexually driven woman when staring at that ass. It was the only reason she recognized Nolan as Kieran’s lover during the legal proceedings. Lore had found herself paying rapt attention to anything Kieran would say to her before and after class. She soaked up his effervescent nature and basked in any amount of attention he would pay her. It was all quite pathetic, especially since he was in a committed relationship with a handsome and successful lawyer. She could never accept the odd dinner invitations the men kept offering her during their chance meetings, as she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from staring at the two virile male specimens all evening, rendering herself incapable of speech or cognitive reasoning. If spending a few minutes listening to Kieran describe the images he captured as a photographer made her flush with heat and hot moisture pool between her thighs, then seeing the two of them in a room together for a prolonged period of time would reduce her to a drooling pile of feminine mush. Highly embarrassing and never going to happen.
    The instructor finally told the class to roll into a fetal position and slowly maneuver their bodies into a cross-legged, seated pose, signaling the end of the session. Thank the Lord. She didn’t think she could handle much more of the torture.
    “Inhale deeply, and take this calming feeling with you into your day. Namaste .”
    “Namaste,” the class echoed back to the waifish instructor. As Lore opened her eyes, she saw the instructor focus on Kieran with the same predatory stare she took on whenever the class ended and arrow in his direction for a chat without