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“Oooooh, new blood do you say?” Stephanie cackles behind me. “Oh wow! And you said Whit? Like a guy? At a yoga class?”
“Hi Steph, hello Molly Moose. Yes there’s a guy at our yoga class.” She squeals with excitement. “But—”
“Noooooo. I hate the word but.” She pouts and I laugh.
“Is he ugly?” Krystin asks, coming in behind Steph with her dog, Mack Sunshine in tow.
“Oh, hey guys, no Pippin today?”
“She’s hanging with her daddy.”
“That should make things easier for you. Yes, we have a new guy joining us. No, he’s not ugly.” My cheeks heat. “Not ugly at all.”
“Ooooh so he’s taken is he?”
“Ladies, I most definitely am.” Whit’s voice comes from the top of the stairs, making me jump. Making us all jump. My head snaps up guiltily to the top of the stairs where Whit is standing staring down at us with an amused smirk on his face. He waves.
“Hi. Nice to meet you all. I’m Whit, the new guy, not too ugly I hope...but definitely taken if she’ll have me.”
“Whoa, not ugly at all. And yes I’ll have you,” Katrina says, licking her lips. Even her ‘laprador’ puppies, Brody and Bear, seem mesmerized by Whit.
“Go on up.” I laugh. “I’ll wait here for the others to arrive.”
“You’re just going to leave him hanging there are you girl?” Krystin asks with a smirk. My face feels like it’s on fire.
“Oh, he knows I’ll have him,” I reply, throwing a flirty smile his way.
The women cheer and head upstairs. I’d like to think it’s to get ready for the start of class, but I suspect that they’re going to grill Whit to within an inch of his life. Poor guy. I hope the others get here soon so that I can rescue him.
When the other class members and their dogs arrive, I flick on the coffee machine, lock the door, and head upstairs to start. Amazingly, they’re all waiting on their mats ready to go and the dogs are all quietly curled up at their owners’ feet, without exception. It’s freaky. Even Jenna’s dog, Franklin, is still like a statue, and he’s never normally calm. He’s literally incapable of sitting still. If dogs can have ADHD, Franklin definitely does.
“Okay, who are you and what have you done with my chaotic class?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips and eyeballing them all suspiciously.
They laugh like I’m joking, but I’m not. I’m honestly freaked out right now. It’s weird that they’re also quiet and that the dogs are being so well behaved. I look at Whit suspiciously, sure that he had something to do with this but he catches my eye, grins mischievously and shrugs.
“Don’t look at me,” he says. “I had nothing to do with it.” A likely story.
Shaking my head, I return to my mat and take up my starting pose. As soon as I’m in place, Peewee trots over to lie at my feet. Like, on my feet. And he’s not exactly light. He is warm though, and super soft, so I can understand why Ade keeps using him like a beanbag. I scratch him behind the ears as I take a few deep breaths and find my center. And then I begin the lesson, feeling calmer and more relaxed than ever before.
I walk everyone through the sequence of moves, my eyes constantly drawn to Whit. I’m not usually a total pervert but when he’s in plank position things can be seen hanging in those gray sweatpants. It’s very distracting. He can’t be wearing any boxers. But who would do that? Come to an exercise class commando? Not that I’m complaining. Gray sweatpants are god’s gift to women. Deliciously distracting.
It takes a real effort to keep the drool off my chin, and it’s only when someone clears their throat I realize that I’ve held them in the same position for far too long. I grin evilly like I meant to do that all along, count down from five in my head, take a deep breath and then call out the next move.
There’s a chorus of relieved groans.
“Hey Mona, how’s Leah’s hip today?” I ask, dragging my eyes away from Whit and bending down to stroke her great white Pyrenees.
“She’s been struggling a bit.”
“Do you want me to give her some reiki? I’m fully trained, or I can give you Jas’ number if you’d prefer?”
“That would be amazing if you don’t mind. Are you sure?”
“Absolutely, stay behind after class and I’ll work on her.”
“Thank you!” Mona beams at me.
“No worries.” I shrug and continue to move around the room helping the dog owners with various poses and petting the dogs as I go. Teka, and Leo, a gorgeous cross puppy, have made so much progress since the class began, and even Stacy’s little curly golden doodle, Chase, has grown in confidence mixing with other dogs.
