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Authors: Audrey Carlan
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happy and healthy, and my dream of owning my own salon was still fresh on the cusp of my mind.
“Do you think Crystal would have a problem with you dating a client?”
I brushed Amber’s hair down her back to make sure the edges were even and rounded on the sides the way she liked. My wholesome girl-next-door bestie took few risks and was the perfect granddaughter and best friend.
Quirking my lips, I grinned. “No. Crystal would probably say it was divine intervention. That Lotus House provided the universe the opportunity to bring us together. She’d also warn me about ignoring the signs.” I shook my head and snickered under my breath.
“That is true. But you know what? I think she’d be right. I mean, out of all the places a man like Trent Fox could go—someone super rich, who could have easily just hired a private yogi to come to his home—he walked into the Lotus House. He met you, took your class, and immediately hired you full time for a month. That can’t be a coincidence.”
I huffed. “Crystal would say there are no coincidences in life, and everything that happens was meant to.”
“Fate?”
Shrugging, I swept Amber’s hair back with both hands, leaving the part down the center the way she preferred. “My guess is she’d say that life just is . Everything that happens around you and to you does so because it’s supposed to. Then she’d tell me to go with the flow. Feel it out. If it felt right, go for it.”
“And does it feel right?”
I thought about how my heart pounded when Trent came into the room. How my breathing became ragged, how hearing him groan his relief made me wonder if he made that same sound at the base of his throat at the height of sexual release. The way my fingers tingled every time I adjusted his position or leaned into his frame to offer an assist.
Inhaling full and deep, I placed my hands on Amber’s shoulders and made contact with her gaze in the mirror. “It feels like something, for sure. I just don’t know what. Trent Fox—”
“You’ve met Trent Fox?” came the startled voice of my baby brother from behind me.
He stepped down from the kitchen door into the garage. “Vivvie, tell me you did not just say that you met my frickin’ idol?”
“Language!”
He groaned. “Vivvie…sister…Sis…my favorite woman in the whole world.” Rowan got on his knees and shuffled forward with his hands clasped like he was praying.
Amber started laughing, trying but failing to hide her chuckles behind her hand.
“You have to introduce me. I’m begging you. Invite him to dinner. Something. Whatever. I’ll mow the lawn.”
“You already mow the lawn.” It was one of his weekly chores alongside taking out the trash, which he actually did with no complaint.
Rowan scowled and made his way to my knees. He hugged me around the thighs and looked up at me with his puppy-dog eyes. “Vivvie, pleeeeeeaaaaaase…”
“Row, I have no idea what his schedule is like.” I ruffled his hair. He needed another haircut, but it would take an act of God to get him in the chair.
He raised his clasped hands, blinking sweetly up at me, and puffed out his bottom lip.
I blew out a harsh breath. “Fine. I’ll ask him. Maybe after one of his sessions we can offer him a treat on us at the bakery, or I can comp one of his sessions. But no promises!”
Rowan hugged my legs so hard I teetered and caught the arm of the chair to keep balance. Then he jumped up and pulled me into one of his full-on Row hugs. This was worth the embarrassment of having to ask Trent to meet my little brother. He probably got tired of his celebrity status and just wanted a little peace and quiet, especially at the center.
Sighing, I moved back and swept the hair away from his eyes. “You need a haircut.”
He backed up and spoke faster while shaking his head. “No, I don’t! But you’re the best sister ever.” He started walking backward. “I’m going to think of something really cool to cook
“Do you think Crystal would have a problem with you dating a client?”
I brushed Amber’s hair down her back to make sure the edges were even and rounded on the sides the way she liked. My wholesome girl-next-door bestie took few risks and was the perfect granddaughter and best friend.
Quirking my lips, I grinned. “No. Crystal would probably say it was divine intervention. That Lotus House provided the universe the opportunity to bring us together. She’d also warn me about ignoring the signs.” I shook my head and snickered under my breath.
“That is true. But you know what? I think she’d be right. I mean, out of all the places a man like Trent Fox could go—someone super rich, who could have easily just hired a private yogi to come to his home—he walked into the Lotus House. He met you, took your class, and immediately hired you full time for a month. That can’t be a coincidence.”
I huffed. “Crystal would say there are no coincidences in life, and everything that happens was meant to.”
“Fate?”
Shrugging, I swept Amber’s hair back with both hands, leaving the part down the center the way she preferred. “My guess is she’d say that life just is . Everything that happens around you and to you does so because it’s supposed to. Then she’d tell me to go with the flow. Feel it out. If it felt right, go for it.”
“And does it feel right?”
I thought about how my heart pounded when Trent came into the room. How my breathing became ragged, how hearing him groan his relief made me wonder if he made that same sound at the base of his throat at the height of sexual release. The way my fingers tingled every time I adjusted his position or leaned into his frame to offer an assist.
Inhaling full and deep, I placed my hands on Amber’s shoulders and made contact with her gaze in the mirror. “It feels like something, for sure. I just don’t know what. Trent Fox—”
“You’ve met Trent Fox?” came the startled voice of my baby brother from behind me.
He stepped down from the kitchen door into the garage. “Vivvie, tell me you did not just say that you met my frickin’ idol?”
“Language!”
He groaned. “Vivvie…sister…Sis…my favorite woman in the whole world.” Rowan got on his knees and shuffled forward with his hands clasped like he was praying.
Amber started laughing, trying but failing to hide her chuckles behind her hand.
“You have to introduce me. I’m begging you. Invite him to dinner. Something. Whatever. I’ll mow the lawn.”
“You already mow the lawn.” It was one of his weekly chores alongside taking out the trash, which he actually did with no complaint.
Rowan scowled and made his way to my knees. He hugged me around the thighs and looked up at me with his puppy-dog eyes. “Vivvie, pleeeeeeaaaaaase…”
“Row, I have no idea what his schedule is like.” I ruffled his hair. He needed another haircut, but it would take an act of God to get him in the chair.
He raised his clasped hands, blinking sweetly up at me, and puffed out his bottom lip.
I blew out a harsh breath. “Fine. I’ll ask him. Maybe after one of his sessions we can offer him a treat on us at the bakery, or I can comp one of his sessions. But no promises!”
Rowan hugged my legs so hard I teetered and caught the arm of the chair to keep balance. Then he jumped up and pulled me into one of his full-on Row hugs. This was worth the embarrassment of having to ask Trent to meet my little brother. He probably got tired of his celebrity status and just wanted a little peace and quiet, especially at the center.
Sighing, I moved back and swept the hair away from his eyes. “You need a haircut.”
He backed up and spoke faster while shaking his head. “No, I don’t! But you’re the best sister ever.” He started walking backward. “I’m going to think of something really cool to cook
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