Page 1 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
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Libby
Today was notthe day for Libby Lamb to lose her mind.
Too bad her brain hadn’t gotten the memo.
She exhaled a slow breath, then focused on her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror. Her heart hammered in her chest as a bead of perspiration trailed between her breasts.
“Stay calm and breathe. Maintaining a sense of tranquility is literally a yoga teacher’s job,” she said, trying to calm the tittering, raven-haired nutjob looking back at her.
Unfortunately, her words couldn’t permeate the aura of chaos that had engulfed her for the last seventy-five days.
Seventy-five days.
It was insane that it had been that long. And she could still recall the exact moment when her sacred inner equilibrium had been blown to psychic smithereens. But she absolutely, positively could not allow her mind to go there.
No way!
She had to keep that cosmically cataclysmic event out of her head.
Embrace positive energy.
Do not think about stupidly sexy rippling torsos or beautifully beefy biceps.
“Distract your mind and put your intention elsewhere.”
Picture a time when you were truly happy. Hold that feeling inside your chest, close to your heart.
This guided meditation usually worked like a charm, but she was too keyed up to concentrate.
Try something else!
“What do you see?” she whispered, then shifted her attention to her clothing.
Looking yoga fabulous, she’d chosen a sparkly gold sports bra and paired it with white yoga capri pants and a ruby-red, long-sleeved wrap that accentuated her long, jet-black hair. She capped off the outfit with a bracelet.
And it wasn’t just any bracelet.
She’d chosen to wear her beaded green jade bracelet with a Buddha charm—a gift from her brothers. Granted, with that color scheme, she was rocking a quasi-Christmas vibe in mid-June, but she hadn’t chosen these pieces willy-nilly. Today was too important for just any yoga ensemble, and she required every drop of positive juju the universe could supply.
She adjusted her sports bra, smoothing the twisted strap, and straightened her shoulders. Gold held a crazy amount of psychic energy. Representing luck and power, she zeroed in on her heaving breasts encased in the shimmering color as her chest rose and fell with each ragged inhale and every shaky exhale. She caught the glint of green jade at her wrist, and the tense muscles at the base of her neck relaxed a fraction.
Like gold, green offered luck. She not only needed loads of that, but she also required the color’s power to regulate physical and mental energy.
Her breathing evened out as she dropped her gaze to her legs. The white yoga capris caressed her curves and drew on the healing and protective properties of the color that also signified a deep desire to serve others. And that’s exactly what she wanted to do more than anything—to serve others and assist adults and children in achieving and maintaining a healthy sense of balance.
Moment of truth—she sure as hell could use some of that balance. But she couldn’t dwell on the sorry state of her inner tranquility—or lack of it.
She brushed her bangs to the side and concentrated on her bold, red wrap.
This color was her secret weapon.
Red emanated passion, strength, and courage. And she needed to project these qualities in spades.
In terms of psychic energy, was red a slightly aggressive hue?
Yes.
