Page 98 of The Yoga Teacher

It wasn’t what she wanted.

Mia, apparently picking up on her silence, glanced over. “What?”

Hannah shook her head. “Nothing.”

Mia narrowed her eyes. “You’re not thinking about callingDaniel, are you?”

Hannah nearly choked on her sip of beer.

“What? No!”

Mia lifted an eyebrow.

Hannah groaned, tipping her head back again. “Jesus, Mia.”

“I’m just saying.”

“There’s nothing tosay.”

Mia rolled her head to the side, studying her. “So you’re telling me that if he showed up here right now, looking like he did at James’s last birthday—”

“Oh myGod.”

“—and told you he wanted you, you wouldn’t eventhinkabout it?”

Hannah sat up, turning to glare at her. “No.”

Mia grinned, taking another sip.

Hannah pointed a finger at her. “I mean it.”

Mia held up a hand in surrender. “Alright, alright.”

Then, under her breath—

“Still seems like a waste.”

Hannah groaned, sinking back into the couch. “Mia.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well,don’t.”

Mia let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Fine.”

Silence settled between them for a beat, the hum of the fridge the only sound in the apartment.

Hannah exhaled, running a hand down her face.

Then, quietly—

“I can’t imagine letting that man see me naked ever again.”

Hannah knew Mia was looking at her but Hannah couldn’t make eye contact. Just kept her gaze on the coffee table, tracing the condensation rings from their beers.

The thought of Daniel touching her—of his hands running over her skin after they had been all overSienna—made her burn withmortification.

He had held Sienna’s waist in his hands. Had gripped her hips, tangled his fingers in her hair.

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