Page 28 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“Now you’re talking!”
“And I’ll do it for myself and all the women out there who can’t do it themselves.”
“I am woman. Hear me roar!” she yells.
“Yeah!” I join in.
“You can’t see me, but I’m doing my touchdown dance right now.”
That makes me smile. Darby’s touchdown dance is epic. “Thanks, Darbs!”
“Anything for you. You know that.”
“I’ve got to get to bed. The itinerary says lights out at eleven.”
“You have an itinerary?” Darby sounds shocked.
“Don’t get me started,” I groan.
“Send me a picture of that too.”
So I do.
She must get it and open it because she says, “That woman is an impressively terrifying vortex of organization and micro-management.”
“That about sums it up,” I agree and yawn unexpectedly. “I love you, Darbs. Sleep well.”
“You too. You got this, babe.”
“I got this.”
I keep repeating this to myself as I get ready for bed and until I fall asleep. If for no other reason than to convince myself it’s true.
And, so I don’t forget, I need retribution for eighteen-year-old me and the cold-hearted rejection she suffered at the hands of Wyatt Reed.
He must pay.
wyatt
I’m finishingmy morning run as the group gathers for Taylor’s morning yoga class. I was hoping to grab a quick rinse-off beforehand. After six miles, I’m pretty sweaty. But they are on the lawn by Mandalay Beach, already set up and waiting on me.
“He’s here,” Taylor says to the instructor. “We can finally start.” Then she turns to me. “This won’t be a habit, right Wyatt?” Her lips form a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
I glance at my watch. It’s three minutes after seven. I’m notthatlate. I’m tempted to say something. Instead, I remove my shoes and socks and head to the only open mat.
In the first row.
“Uh, I’ve never done this before, so I might not be the best person to have in the front,” I tell the instructor. He’s a slim man with a slight build, wearing tapered sweatpants and a loose tank-style shirt.
He smiles beatifically and nods. “Everyone starts their path at different times. But we all do it from the beginning. Have faith. You’ll be fine.”
Awesome…
I pull off my shirt and use it to dry some of the sweat off my chest and arms.
“Okay, let’s begin with some warm-ups. Deep inhale in two, three, four. Hold, three, two, one, and release, two, three, four.” The instructor begins the class. He’s raising and lowering his arms in a way that reminds me of ballet. I try to follow but end up stretching on my own instead.
“Must you?” I hear from behind me.
