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and Mac stood frowning, not even trying it. Ryan opened his mouth to say something to Mac, but then apparently thought better of it and moved them back into the Downward-Facing Dog.
    “A sore hip that has reduced range of motion makes it hard to do ‘everything else’,” Emma said, posing.
    “Ah. Sorry to hear that,” Shane said.
    She laughed. “I’m surviving. I’m missing the advanced yoga poses the most.”
    “But you’re getting better.”
    “Definitely. I’ll be damned if I’m going to show up in Nate’s office without making progress. He’ll assume it’s because I’m lazy or don’t understand how important it is.” She was frowning intensely now.
    Nate Sullivan seemed to have that effect on her.
    “Hey, I thought this was supposed to be relaxing,” he teased.
    The frown eased as she looked at him sheepishly. “Yeah. It is. As long as I don’t think about Nate, my blood pressure stays fine.”
    “Okay, then let’s go back to talking about Isabelle.”
    Ryan moved them into the Warrior Pose, one foot forward and both arms extended to the ceiling.
    “Fine. What do you want to know?”
    “Isabelle is making a big deal out of nothing, right? I mean, so she likes to knit. That isn’t a commentary on our relationship or anything.”
    Emma looked over. “It isn’t?”
    “Is it?” he asked. Shit. Maybe it was. It was certainly a commentary on the fact that Isabelle didn’t tell him everything.
    They moved into the Warrior Two Pose. “It’s a big deal to her,” Emma said.
    Shane liked these standing positions. He extended his right arm in front of him, his left behind him. He straightened his back leg, keeping his front knee bent. Then he sucked in his stomach and focused on breathing. This wasn’t so bad.
    Until Ryan showed them the Tree Pose. Ryan easily stood on his right leg, his left leg bent and supported with that foot against his right knee. He put his palms together, fingers up, elbows out. Mac again stood, hands on hips, scowling at Ryan. Sam and Kevin both got into position but could only hold for a few seconds. Dooley stood perfectly balanced, grinning at them all like a dumbass.
    Shane got there and balanced long enough to say, “I don’t think the knitting matters.”
    Ryan sighed. “Okay, let’s try something else. Everyone on hands and knees.”
    “Lots of good things happen on hands and knees,” Dooley said to Mac. “Lighten up.”
    “I don’t feel more relaxed,” Mac said. “I feel annoyed.”
    “Okay, lift one arm, fully extended. Then straighten the opposite leg back behind you,” Ryan said.
    Mac growled.
    “Get your leg up,” Emma coached Shane.
    He lifted it higher and wobbled a bit.
    “That’s all you’ve got?” Em asked him, critiquing his form.
    “I’m on a purple foam mat in a room that smells like…”
    “Lavender,” she supplied.
    “It’s giving me a headache,” Mac groused.
    Emma rolled her eyes.
    “Yeah, I’m trying here,” Shane said.
    Emma acknowledged that with a nod. “At least you’re not whining and bitching like some people,” she said.
    “You haven’t even begun to see me get grouchy,” Mac told her.
    “What’s your question?” Emma asked Shane, ignoring Mac.
    “How big is the knitting?”
    “She has an entire plastic tub full of yarn and other craft stuff. One of the big tubs. And it’s at least three nights a week.”
    He groaned.
    Emma nodded. “I know.”
    “How could I not know about that?” he asked, honestly confused.
    “Well, since she’s been dating you, there’s a considerable lack of glue and yarn at my house,” Emma said. “But she was recently saying that she needs to get back to the…knitting.”
    Shane wondered briefly about the way Emma always hesitated before saying the word knitting . But she went on before he could comment.
    “She’s been putting it off too much since she met you,” Emma said. “But you have to understand, it’s not really the knitting or crafts. It’s the