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“I’m more interested in the yoga,” Mom partially saves me. “I have a group of friends who I occasionally go to yoga class with. Maybe you can join us once you move back.”
“Those yoga pants look fun,” Rhys adds.
I draw in a slow, calming breath. “Thank you, but it wasn’t for me.”
“You just need the right teacher,” Mom assures gently. “It’s the most relaxing thing. It makes your whole body feel amazing.”
“I’m really liking the sound of yoga,” Rhys says evenly.
“You should try it too, Rhys,” Mom adds with excitement. “We can all go together!”
“What do you think, Addie?” he says, never looking away from me. “Want to learn yoga with me?”
I deliberately turn my attention to my drink and take a gulp. “I think I’ve learned all I can this weekend and—”
“Oh, I’m sure there is still plenty to learn.” He leans in and takes the glass from my hands. “We could make a list of all the things we haven’t tried.”
I watch with a mixture of amusement and irritation as he downs the whole thing.
“I do like lists,” I grumble around the grin I can’t suppress.
Rhys runs a pink tongue across his upper lip and my core seizes. “Oh, I know it.”
Damn the man.
He was seriously fucking with my head, and senses. How am I supposed to act like I’m not about to jump him when he’s practically stripping me with his eyes?
“Still not joining your yoga group though,” I tell Mom. “I plan on being sick on those days.”
Mom purses her lips but knows me well enough not to push physical activities on me.
As kids, Rhys and I were all over the place. We hiked for hours, rowed all across the lake, did a million things outside, and I still loved those things, but my heart preferred a cozy bed and a book. Plus, the way we fucked, did I need a gym?
“I think Addie just needs a little convincing,” Rhys murmurs, drumming long fingers on the armrest of his chair.
“I think we should let Addie decide,” Oz offers, and I’m almost so grateful until he continues, “The last time we made her do sports, she pretended to break her leg.”
“I think it was her hip,” Mom mutters, shooting me a severe side eye. “All to avoid a little running.”
“A little? It was cross country,” I object vehemently. “I had to run formiles!”
“It wasn’t literally across the country, Adeline,” Mom huffs. “The whole thing was an hour long.”
“An hour of running!” I cry, still outraged by the sheer audacity. “Absolutely not.”
“I thought you liked running,” the dead man next to me announces breezily.
He’s lucky he took my drink, or I would hit him with it. “If the occasion calls for it.”
Rhys tips his head to one side. “What occasion casually requires running?”
Definitely a dead man.
Well, two can play this game.
“Getting chased through the woods by a masked man wielding a knife.”
Mom gasps, hand actually going to her chest. “Addie! That’s not funny.”
