Emerson…

Emerson…

Me: What

Emerson: Nothing. I’m glad

Me: It took that long to write three words?

Emerson: Sorry. Got distracted by the kids

I don’t know whether to believe her or not. Not that I exactly have a choice, considering she’s halfway across the city and I can’t see her face or hear her voice right now.

Emerson: So when do you see Shawn again?

Me: In a couple hours. For YOGA

Emerson: Excellent!!!!!

Emerson: Take a photo of his downward dog, will you?

Me: You are a dirty old woman

Emerson: It’s one of the things Hunter loves about me

Emerson: But I wasn’t being pervy

Emerson: I was thinking blackmail

Me: Wow

Me: You make it sound like that’s better

Emerson: Tell me how it goes tonight

Me: I already told you how it’s going to go

Me: We’re doing yoga

Emerson: Getting all hot and bendy together

Me: Yoga isn’t a synonym for sex

Emerson: Mmmmm. It should be

Emerson: Gotta go

Emerson: xoxoxoxo

And then she’s gone. Which is just like Emerson—she drops in, stirs everything up and then disappears right before the fireworks go off. Not that there will be any fireworks in this situation, because there won’t be. Absolutely no fireworks.

Just two people doing yoga.

Instructor and student.

Trainer and athlete.

Oh, who am I kidding? Hot guy and woman who wants to lick him all over.

Tags: Tracy Wolff Lightning Romance
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