“I like you when you’re not being an asshole.”
He grinned. “That’s fair.”
“Don’t look so happy. I’m still mad at you.”
He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “But you’re warming to me.”
“Don’t ever call me a bitch again,” I whispered, forcing back tears because I knew if he ever called me a bitch again, I’d break.
“I can see that cut you.”
I shook my head, not wanting him to know how much he’d hurt me.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “Baby, I won’t even allude to it.”
“Good.”
“If you won’t let me take you out now, let me take you out next week. A do-over. Friday.”
“I can’t,” I said and met his eyes. “I have a date.”
“With Teddy?”
“No. With his doctor.”
His body locked. “Saturday, then.”
“I need to see how well Friday goes first.”
He frowned. “You like this guy, Dimples?”
“I don’t know yet.” I tugged my wrist from his hand. “I need to go.”
He stepped back and I climbed into my car, pulling out and passing him as I drove out of the parking lot. Yoga was only five minutes away, but I was still late and made a run for the class once I’d parked behind the building.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I panted out as I rushed into the room.
“No problem,” the instructor said. “There’s a spot in the back.”
I set my purse in the cubby at the back, rolled my mat out and eased into downward dog.
“I’m YaYa.”
I craned my head to my right at the pretty brunette woman next to me.
“I was late as well,” she admitted.
I smiled. “Wyatt. It’s nice to meet you.”
For the next hour, I focused on letting all of my irritation go. It was actually one of the best classes I’d ever taken and by the end, I was feeling really good.
“That was amazing,” YaYa said as we rolled up our mats.
“It was,” I agreed.
“Have you taken this class before?”
“Yes,” I said, grabbing my purse. “As often as I can, actually. You?”
