Reese smirked at Mati. “Chicken.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” David said, clearly unimpressed. “I’ll take yoga with you, and afterward, you two either have to stick with me in the gym for an hour while I work out or allow Chance to assign someone else to come back up here with you while I’m down there.”
“The gym sounds good to me,” Mati said, jumping to her feet and crossing the room to dig through her suitcase.
Reese hesitated. “Okay.”
David narrowed his gaze. “What would you rather do?”
“Swim,” he admitted.
David’s eyes slid over Reese. “I’ll arrange it,” he said at last.
Reese hoped like hell the pool was really fucking cold.
Chapter Thirteen
Reese sprawled out on his back, a borrowed yoga mat cushioning his aching body from the floor while he didn’t move a muscle and yet still sweated his ass off.
“What kind of sadist invented hot yoga?” he wondered aloud.
David grunted in agreement.
Mati sat up and stretched her arms high above her head. She was absolutely glowing with good health. “It’s great, right? I feel so much better.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” David said cheerfully, lying on the floor with an arm thrown over his face, “but there is something wrong with you.”
Reese ran his eyes over David’s gleaming muscles and his damp hair spiked in all directions. Reese thought he’d acquitted himself well in the class today, and Mati was a fucking contortionist—a fact he was glad not to have known before now—but watching David had ended up being the best part. His consternated frown as he had attempted the various poses had been adorable, and while there was no denying he wasnotthe bendiest guy, hewasincredibly powerful and oddly graceful.
“You ready to hit the gym?” Mati asked, jumping to her feet.
David opened one eye. “Areyou?”
She shrugged. “Sure.”
David sat up, his tight, sweat-damp t-shirt sticking to his bulging muscles in all kinds of attractive ways. “Okay, let’s go find out who Chance sent to keep Reese company.”
They found a handsome and patient man named Marcus waiting for them in the gym’s lobby. David explained that they’d worked together before, which was maybe why Marcus didn’t bat an eye at David’s long, stern lecture and thinly veiled threats before he was entrusted with Reese’s safety.
Reese apologized for David’s over-protectiveness as Marcus escorted him to the changing rooms. Marcus just smirked and waved it off.
When they returned to the pool deck, Reese was surprised to find Mati and David sprawled out on two lounge chairs. Reese arched an eyebrow at them.
“We’re just cooling off for a bit,” David said innocently.
The pool room was easily twenty degrees warmer than the hallway or the gym.
Reese rolled his eyes and marched to the lounger next to them. He couldn’t deny that David’s protectiveness warmed him, but he’d been hoping to avoid precisely what was about to happen.
He dropped his robe.
At first, the only sound was Marcus’s snort of laughter. Reese hoped it was for the truly hilarious wonder on Mati and David’s faces, and not because of how he looked in his swimsuit.
His admittedly very small and very tight swimsuit.
The very small and very tight swimsuit that wasn’t going to hide a thing if David kept looking at him like that.
“Holy banana hammock,” Mati whispered.
