Page 98 of Just the Wrong Twin

“Send us those pictures!” Meesha added and they laughed together.

The banner at the bottom of the screen with the link to Sonia’s podcast moved up the screen to make room for the schedule for her upcoming classes. The club was broadcasting them daily, simultaneously on the cable channel and the YouTube channel, and then they would be available in an archive.

On impulse, he took a selfie and sent it to F5F, then he sent a text to Sonia, congratulating her on her first class. He just wanted to be encouraging. He knew it hadn’t been easy for her to get to this point, and he thought she’d done a brilliant job.

Friends cheered each other on.

Nate didn’t expect a reply, but he was wrong. His phone chimed right away.

Twelve

Sonia couldn’t believe it. Nate had attended her first virtual yoga class. She stared at the picture he’d sent to the club, his hair disheveled and his eyes dancing. He was wearing a loose grey T-shirt, but she could see how pumped he was, and she definitely liked the view. She looked a little closer, assuming this was his hotel room, and saw a dog on the couch behind him with a green tennis ball.

He’d gotten a dog? That was great.

Then she got his text message.

She had to call him immediately.

“Buchanan,” he said in a sexy growl and Sonia’s toes curled.

“You look hot,” she said, then realized he might take that the wrong way. “I’m not hitting you up for commitment, just providing a public service announcement.” It wasn’t entirely true, but if they were going to keep talking and stay friends, then she couldn’t try to change the deal between them.

He’d made his position clear.

Damn that Trish.

“Is that right?” he said, replying in kind.

“It is. You should use extreme caution in letting anyone with a libido see you in this state.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “It could result in random acts of sexual intent.”

“Thanks for the warning, but I’m so good with that.”

Sonia sobered at the reminder that she’d been next and not last. She didn’t think it was a coincidence that Nate had said that.

“Great class,” he said, his voice so warm with approval that she flushed. “I knew you’d rock it.”

“I was so nervous.”

“I would never have guessed. You looked like you had the world on a string.”

“Was it too much?”

“No, just enough, I thought. You showed that you had history and scars, and are a shining example of rising above it. I was totally impressed, and I’m on your side.”

“I think you always were.”

He sounded a little embarrassed. “Pretty much.” There was a warm silence between them, one that gave Sonia a little glow of optimism about their future.

“Wait until tomorrow’s episode,” she said, then caught herself. “Not that I’m expecting you to become a routine viewer.”

“I might,” he said. “I feel like I’m starting to get this yoga thing. Besides, that’s what friends are for,” he concluded lightly, as if warning her not to make too much of it.

“Do you have a dog?” she asked, to change the subject.

He was silent for a moment. “You had a good look at that picture.”

“I’m always up for a little eye candy.”

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