Page 52 of Summer on Sunshine Bay

She was pretty sure that she did. Lila was the same way. The two of them didn’t know how to relax. They always had to have a project on the go. Their fingers in fifteen pies at a time.

“What’s your excuse?” he asked.

“I’m being a supportive sister.”

“Try again,” he said, glancing at the people in front of them.

“I may have had one glass of wine too many.”

“Admit it, you’re hoping the exercise helps with your hot flashes.”

“Among other things,” she said, trying to copy what he was doing. His large hands were flat on the mat, supported by arms with impressive biceps, his exceptionally fine butt in the air, and his long, muscular legs stretched out with his feet flat on the mat.

“Like what?”

Instead of mentioning the night sweats, mood swings, and weight gain, she said, “According to my mother, I could grow a beard faster than you. She gave me a gift card for electrolysis on my birthday.”

His mouth twitched at the corner. “I didn’t want to say anything, but your toes are a little hairy.”

She laughed. It sounded more like the noise an excited seal makes. Possibly because she was trying to force her butt to stay in the air while stretching her legs out. Just as she was about to make a witty comeback, she farted. A wave of embarrassment flushed her face. From under her arm, she peeked at James, praying that, at fifty, his hearing was starting to go.

He’d turned his face away from her, his shoulders shaking. Theculowas laughing. She stretched out her foot and swiped his out from under him. He landed on his mat with a heavy thud and barked out a laugh.

“You’re so juvenile,” she muttered. “It was my mat.” She rubbed her sweaty palm on the blue rubber. She glanced at him to see if he bought it.

He’d rolled onto his back, the sun shining down on his tanned and handsome face, killing himself laughing.

“Eva Rosetti, stop disrupting the class,” her sister said.

“It’s not me. It’s him. Don’t you dare,” she warned James when he turned his head, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

He waggled his eyebrows and then rolled into the next position, all that muscular strength contained in one graceful, easy movement.

Eva’s movements were anything but graceful as she stretched out her legs, bending forward over her knees to try to wrap her hands around her heels. She’d be lucky if she could clasp her ankles. By the time she’d managed to get her fingers an inch from her ankles, the class was moving into the next position, the hero pose. Eva sat back on her heels, resting her hands—palms up—on her knees. She decided she’d remain in that pose for the rest of the class, but then she started losing feeling in her feet.

The warrior pose wasn’t bad, though, Eva decided, and she was beginning to think she might like yoga, after all. As her sister walked among the participants, positioning arms and legs, she glanced at her. Eva gave her alook at me nailing thissmile.

Gia shook her head as she walked over. “You can’t just stand there with your arms out,” she said, and then she positioned Eva’s legs, one bent at the knee, the other stretched straight out. “Now focus on your breathing.”

“This better take care of my hot flashes,” she muttered as her sister walked away.

At the snort of amusement beside her, Eva glanced at James. “What are you laughing at?”

“You can’t honestly think that your hot flashes are going to vanish with a couple of yoga sessions.”

“A couple? I was hoping they’d be gone today. I’ve cut back on my wine too.”

“Is this about you going live on Instagram today? Are you worried you’re going to have a hot flash?”

Lila had booked their first Instagram Live forLa Dolce Vitathis afternoon. They were filming in the kitchen at the beach house. Lila wanted a cozy, coastal vibe, which the restaurant’s industrial kitchen couldn’t provide.

“Of course I am. You’ve seen how bad they are.”

“I’ll jack up the air conditioner while you’re filming, and that should help. But look, if it does happen, just be honest about it. I’m sure a lot of women can relate.”

“Yes, but apparently Lila has a script. Knowing our daughter, she has every second accounted for. The last thing she’ll want is me throwing off her schedule to take a hot flash break.”

“She’s not as anal as you seem to think she is,” James said while contorting his body into the next position. He made it look so easy.

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