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His head lifted slightly and looked suspiciously at me. “That sounds like a trap.”

I let out a soft laugh. “Oh, it is.”

After class, when everyone left, he stayed while I cleaned up. “You’re not flexible,” I admonished him.

His blue-blue eyes sparkled with amusement. “You used to not think that.”

All that touching and looking and…now I had memories.

Once, I had dragged Basil—albeit, reluctantly—to a yoga class, not one I was teaching but taking. It had taken all of ten minutes before he started whispering jokes, making me laugh so hard I’d lost balance in tree pose and nearly taken out an old lady behind me.

Afterward, he’d pinned me against the studio wall and murmured in my ear, “If yoga always makes you that giggly, we should do this more often.”

Ihadthen dragged him home and used up every ounce of his flexibility in much better ways.

Seriously, Summer, you got to focus!

I am focused…on getting it on with Basil.

He walked and winced. “I think I pulled something.”

“Good,” I retorted sweetly. “That means it’s working.”

His eyes locked onto mine, something warm flickering in them. “I missed this.”

Air stalled in my throat. Yes, we were all sexed up, but the warmth in his eyes was more than lust. He was, like me, remembering how happy we’d been together. How playful we were. How much we enjoyed each other. How we laughed so hard that our stomachs hurt.

And damn him, damn him to hell, because my stupid heart clenched, hard because I wanted to laugh with him again.

Meadow came into the studio and looked at both of us like she’d caught us with our hands in each other’s pants.

I wish!

“You can’t have sex in the studio,” she announced.

“Fuck off, Meadow,” I shot back.

She laughed like a loon. “You’re both so cute.”

Basil wiped sweat from his brow. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight so we can talk about how I can improve my…ah…poses?”

I opened my mouth to shut that down, but Meadow gasped dramatically and spun toward me. “Oh my God, do it.”

“Meadow—”

“Do it. Do it. Do it,” she chanted.

“Yeah, Sunshine, doit,” Basil suggested salaciously.

I threw my hands up in the air. “Fine.”

Meadow screamed in victory.

Basil grinned like he’d just won the lottery.

And while I feigned irritation, my heart did a thousand cartwheels.

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