“I have classes to teach. I can’t just sit around the house.”
“I’ll join your classes.”
Her head tilted, a small smile curving her lips. “I’m teaching two Pilates and a mat yoga class this morning. Then I’m doing my own workout.”
“I’m due for a good workout.”
“You’re going to do four hours of Pilates and yoga this morning?”
“Sounds like it.”
The smile widened before it slipped again. “Thank you for looking after me.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I willalwayslook after you.”
Callie saidgoodbye as the last client left the studio.
Two classes down, one to go.
She turned back to see Lock standing with his arms crossed.
Why didn’t he look tired? Not even a little bit. Her classes were hard. They wereknownfor being hard. What was he, made of steel? He’d just done an intermediate reformer Pilates class followed by an advanced class, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat. Surely his glutes were on fire?
She crossed the room and slipped her arms around his waist. “Are you in pain?”
He frowned at her question.
Clearly, he wasn’t.
“How are you so fit?” Part of her almost wanted to be annoyed. Or maybe not so much annoyed as offended that he didn’t find her classes challenging.
“Didn’t you know? I have gladiator genes.”
She grinned. “No wonder you and your brothers all look the same.”
“By the same, you mean I’m the better-looking and stronger one, right?”
Her grin widened, only to falter when someone walked past the glass. It was a stranger. Someone who didn’t even look their way. But every time someone appeared outside, she wondered if it washim.
Basically, she was losing her mind.
“You haven’t seen anyone suspicious today?” she asked, looking back at Lock.
He’d done a few perimeter checks, and she’d also seen his gaze moving over the glass every few minutes.
“No one,” he said quietly, fingers grazing her side. “So, yoga next?”
He was trying to distract her. All day he’d been ridiculously discreet about what he was doing, so much so that she could almost forget why he was here.
And that’s why she loved him. Or one of the reasons.
“Yes, yoga.” She turned her head and eyed her laptop on the desk. “I haven’t had a chance to check who signed up for the class yet and whether there’ll be a spot for you.”
“You’ll just have to kick someone out.”
He was joking, but she’d be tempted. “Aspen usually does this one, and I amnotsending her away. I’ve barely seen her lately.”
As if her words conjured her friend up, the door opened and Aspen strolled in. Only, her friend wasn’t smiling, as usual. In fact, she almost looked scared.
