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you.”
“Love you, too.”
She shut the door behind Gen, turned the deadbolt, and immediately began to strip. She grabbed her favorite ratty flannels, which were faded and soft, and within seconds was curled up on her battered chair. Damn, she’d love one of those cool recliners with the heat and remotes. Maybe she’d treat herself next year for her birthday. Feet propped up on the scratched coffee table, she flipped through her DVR collection of recorded goodies. Robert settled in the pile of blankets next to her, already dozing.
She slipped over to comedies and found it immediately. Her fave. No matter how many times she watched Office Space , it always seemed funny. A sheer classic. She hit Play and settled back.
Yep. Everything would work out.
Perfectly.
five
S LADE WALKED INTO the small gym Verily boasted and headed toward the back room. He had no idea what to expect, but a good round of workouts was a great way to start a Sunday.
He made his way through an array of hand weights, bench presses, and treadmills, looking longingly out the window at the outside track. He’d much prefer a hard run, his favorite way to exercise, but Arilyn had a different idea.
Slade grudgingly admitted she didn’t strike him as a used-car salesman. She probed with a pure intention, her melodic voice as graceful as her hip-length strawberry hair and smooth movements. Before he knew it, he’d sunk into the plum chair, soothed and relaxed, and began telling her stuff he’d never confessed before.
Humiliating. She’d gotten him good and scheduled him for a special workout that released negative toxins and got him cleared and open for love.
Yeah. Right .
Still, he signed the contract and was determined to uncover every ridiculous, misguided attempt to take his sister’smoney. He pushed through the glass doors and entered a small studio.
Crap. It was hot.
Sweat immediately formed on his brow and it wasn’t just the temperature. Kate stood next to Arilyn, dressed in black yoga pants and matching tank. The Lycra cupped her ass like his fingers itched to do and emphasized the full thrust of her breasts. Her hair was clipped high on her head and gave him full access to the smooth, white flesh of her nape and upper back.
He flicked his gaze quickly away as he hardened. Talk about embarrassing, like a teen sporting a boner from his hot teacher. He turned, thought of his last client, a woman weeping in his office because her husband left her with three kids for his secretary. Biggest cliché of all. Thank God, he got back to normal and crossed the room.
“Morning. Is something wrong with the air?”
Kate grinned. Arilyn cleared her throat and motioned toward the other two men in the room. A large, muscled African American guy sported a shaven head, bulging biceps, and tree-trunk thighs exposed in shorts. The other one was on the skinny side, with red hair, pale skin, and covered from chest to ankle in sweats. Slade perspired more just looking at him.
“Gentlemen, if you’ll join me in a circle, please.”
The men obeyed as they all glanced at each other, obviously uncomfortable. The big guy grunted, his face pulled into a good imitation of Mr. T.
“Let me introduce you quickly. Slade, this is Meat.”
Slade’s eyes widened. “Meat?”
Meat glared. “Got a problem with the name?”
“Nope. Just confirming. Nice to meet you.”
Meat nodded.
“And this is Trent.” Slade greeted the younger one, who looked terrified of what Arilyn would do to him. What kind of counseling was this?
He glanced at Kate, but her bright blue eyes danced with glee, confirming this was going to be bad.
Real bad.
He concentrated on Arilyn’s lilting voice. “Each of us has some issues we need to work through in order to be our better selves. The happier and more satisfied we are, the better our relationships. The body holds stress deep in the muscles and blocks many pathways, especially to our heart chakras. Today, we’re going to
“Love you, too.”
She shut the door behind Gen, turned the deadbolt, and immediately began to strip. She grabbed her favorite ratty flannels, which were faded and soft, and within seconds was curled up on her battered chair. Damn, she’d love one of those cool recliners with the heat and remotes. Maybe she’d treat herself next year for her birthday. Feet propped up on the scratched coffee table, she flipped through her DVR collection of recorded goodies. Robert settled in the pile of blankets next to her, already dozing.
She slipped over to comedies and found it immediately. Her fave. No matter how many times she watched Office Space , it always seemed funny. A sheer classic. She hit Play and settled back.
Yep. Everything would work out.
Perfectly.
five
S LADE WALKED INTO the small gym Verily boasted and headed toward the back room. He had no idea what to expect, but a good round of workouts was a great way to start a Sunday.
He made his way through an array of hand weights, bench presses, and treadmills, looking longingly out the window at the outside track. He’d much prefer a hard run, his favorite way to exercise, but Arilyn had a different idea.
Slade grudgingly admitted she didn’t strike him as a used-car salesman. She probed with a pure intention, her melodic voice as graceful as her hip-length strawberry hair and smooth movements. Before he knew it, he’d sunk into the plum chair, soothed and relaxed, and began telling her stuff he’d never confessed before.
Humiliating. She’d gotten him good and scheduled him for a special workout that released negative toxins and got him cleared and open for love.
Yeah. Right .
Still, he signed the contract and was determined to uncover every ridiculous, misguided attempt to take his sister’smoney. He pushed through the glass doors and entered a small studio.
Crap. It was hot.
Sweat immediately formed on his brow and it wasn’t just the temperature. Kate stood next to Arilyn, dressed in black yoga pants and matching tank. The Lycra cupped her ass like his fingers itched to do and emphasized the full thrust of her breasts. Her hair was clipped high on her head and gave him full access to the smooth, white flesh of her nape and upper back.
He flicked his gaze quickly away as he hardened. Talk about embarrassing, like a teen sporting a boner from his hot teacher. He turned, thought of his last client, a woman weeping in his office because her husband left her with three kids for his secretary. Biggest cliché of all. Thank God, he got back to normal and crossed the room.
“Morning. Is something wrong with the air?”
Kate grinned. Arilyn cleared her throat and motioned toward the other two men in the room. A large, muscled African American guy sported a shaven head, bulging biceps, and tree-trunk thighs exposed in shorts. The other one was on the skinny side, with red hair, pale skin, and covered from chest to ankle in sweats. Slade perspired more just looking at him.
“Gentlemen, if you’ll join me in a circle, please.”
The men obeyed as they all glanced at each other, obviously uncomfortable. The big guy grunted, his face pulled into a good imitation of Mr. T.
“Let me introduce you quickly. Slade, this is Meat.”
Slade’s eyes widened. “Meat?”
Meat glared. “Got a problem with the name?”
“Nope. Just confirming. Nice to meet you.”
Meat nodded.
“And this is Trent.” Slade greeted the younger one, who looked terrified of what Arilyn would do to him. What kind of counseling was this?
He glanced at Kate, but her bright blue eyes danced with glee, confirming this was going to be bad.
Real bad.
He concentrated on Arilyn’s lilting voice. “Each of us has some issues we need to work through in order to be our better selves. The happier and more satisfied we are, the better our relationships. The body holds stress deep in the muscles and blocks many pathways, especially to our heart chakras. Today, we’re going to
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