Damn. Damn. Dammit.
“Lucy, it’s so good to see you.” Rebecca’s cheeks must’ve hurt from smiling so wide. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Hi.” Instinct took over and Lucy stepped backward—directly into William.
His hand settled just above Lucy’s waistband. The nerve endings there warmed in response. Little traitors. He must’ve known her intent to run because he smoothly scooted her forward toward Rebecca.
“This must be your husband?” Rebecca gestured to William.
“William.” He dropped his hand to shake Rebecca’s.
“Rebecca. It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” She did the wide cheek smile thing again.
Heat spread through Lucy. William was going to find out what she’d said, then he’d kill her in the middle of the woods where there would be no witnesses. He’d probably shove her off a cliff or something.
And she deserved it.
If he wouldn’t even go to theBeach Nights Reunionshow because he couldn’t stand the possibility of embarrassment, he was definitely going to hate this.
Her throat started to close. She swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m the leader of the couples counseling and group therapy.” Rebecca waved toward the yoga mats scattered over the floor. “Since you’re first, pick any mat you’d like.”
“But you’re a massage therapist.” Lucy’s feet seemed to have planted themselves on the hardwood floor and sprouted roots. They would not move.
“I do it all.” Rebecca laughed—the sound something like wind chimes would make on a breezy day. “I don’t even have to change my nametag.”
Lucy’s eyes shifted to the tag above theTwin Lakeswriting. Sure enough, it readRebecca, Therapist.
“Your other friend signed up, too.” Rebecca unrolled her own mat and plopped down in the center, crisscross-applesauce.
William took a step toward one of the mats, reaching for Lucy and tugging her along. Reluctantly, she followed. He settled down on the thin rubber mat and pulled her along with him so her back settled against his front.
“In any case, I’m glad you’re here a little early so we can chat. I’ve been thinking about your littleissue.” Rebecca made air quotes with her fingers around the word—making it seem much bigger than it needed to be.
Oh no. Discussion of thatissuewas a horrible idea. Epically bad.
“You said Sarah is coming?” Lucy deflected and eyed the door, willing the others to come through.
“What issue?” William asked, his breath against the back of Lucy’s neck.
“I know you probably don’t want to talk about it in front of everyone, but there are quite a few things you can do that don’t involveactualintercourse.” Rebecca made those damn air quotes again.
Lucy glanced to the door, gauging how quickly she could get up and out of the room before William tackled her.
He cleared his throat a tad too loud. “Come again?”
“It’s okay. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I know many couples in your situation.”
“Situation?” He squeezed Lucy in his arms and whispered the question directly against her earlobe.
She squirmed in reply.
“Lucy, I’m so glad you’re here.” Sarah saved the moment, bustling into the room.
Rebecca winked at Lucy like they were conspirators in international espionage. “We’ll just chat about this after.”
“What situation, Luce?” William asked again.
