“And our valiant park ranger of course had that incident on the mountain, which was terrifying.”
Maggs looked at Fin, who seemed to have perfected that pathetic expression.
“I’m baking you something nice, sweetie,” Pearl said. Maggs admired her pink fluffy leg warmers and geometric-patterned tights.
“I’m doing meatloaf and biscuits. I’ll run you up some later, Fin,” another said.
“I’d be grateful,” he said in mournful tone. “I’m struggling to cook at the moment.”
“I thought the seniors in this town were astute, but it seems I’m wrong. You’re conning them,” Maggs hissed.
“He’s been conning them for years. They love it,” Luke said. “I’ve tried it, but nothing sticks. I think it’s because I have Aunt Jess.”
“They love to look after me. What can I say, I love it too. You should see my cupboards, and my freezer is nearly full.”
“I haven’t had any offers of food,” she said, feeling a bit miffed.
“You haven’t perfected the simpleton look,” Luke said.
“Sad but true.” Fin sighed.
“Now, class, we will begin,” Miss Marla said.
“Is it too soon to go back to London?” Maggie heard Luke’s laughter as she bent at the waist like the others in the class to assume the first pose.
Chapter7
Fin forced himself to look forward and not at Maggie’s sweet body in those fitted stretchy black exercise tights. They had an electric blue stripe down the side, and her long-sleeved shirt matched and was equally as snug.
She had a lovely body. Sweet, full curves that made him want to stroke her.
“No dogs I know do this pose,” she gritted out, sticking her ass in the air and head down between her arms.
Fin swallowed a groan.
“I’m going to hurt bad tomorrow, right? I mean, this stuff is gentle, but I know it’s going to have me limping in the morning.”
“Will you stop moaning, already. You’ve done nothing but since you arrived.”
“I didn’t come here by choice,” she hissed from the side of her mouth. “Who does this kind of thing by choice? I mean, you all need some head work if you think this is in any way fun.”
“How is it you’re such a sloth when your friends aren’t?”
“What?” She was twisting that luscious body into a pretzel to look at him under her arm.
“Here.” He moved in and repositioned her, letting his hands linger on her hips before retreating to his mat. He couldn’t be one hundred percent certain, but thought she’d hissed as he touched her, which made him feel better. “I said how come you have sloth tendencies when your friends don’t. Bailey, Pip, and Rory all work out in some way or other, and even Mandy does now.”
“I ride.” She fell on her ass. “How can he look so graceful?” She motioned to Mr. Goldhirsh.
“I’m graceful,” Fin said.
“You’re a beefcake who can position himself because he knows the moves. He’s graceful; you’re just efficient. Luke too.”
“Thanks,” Luke said.
“Was that an insult or a compliment?” Fin lunged forward, bending at the knee.
“Neither,” she said, trying to touch her toes.
