Page 25 of Fall Into Temptation
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eva dragged her ass into Gia’s yoga studio at the ungodly hour of nine. She’d been up most of the night writing, feeling butterflies about Donovan, and worrying about the text. It hadn’t led to any real sleep when she’d finally crawled into bed at four.
“You look like hell,” Emma, in shorts and a cropped tank top, observed.
Eva hadn’t bothered with makeup and had dragged on the first workout clothes she could find. “Why are you dressed for summer? Damn it! Did you con me into hot power yoga again?”
“There’s my other favorite sister!” Gia danced over, all grace and smiles.
“I hate you guys.”
“Come on. It’ll be good for you. It’ll help your coordination.” Gia tsked when she looked at Eva’s bruised face. “I didn’t notice this with your hair down last night. Car door?” she asked.
“Kitchen cabinet.” They all turned at the sound of Donovan’s amused voice.
“Tattle tale,” Eva grumbled.
“Eva, you’re going to sweat to death if you take class in that,” Gia interrupted, eyeing up Eva’s loose sweatpants and long sleeve tee.
“You’re right, I probably shouldn’t take class—”
She shut up when she saw Donovan roll out a mat and strip out of his sweatpants.
“You were saying,” Gia grinned.
“Gah. Shut up. What?”
“Don’t start without us!” Summer—dragging Jax and Joey’s foster daughter, Reva, behind her—bounced into the studio. “Sorry! The twins… Well, that’s it. I have twins.”
“You’re going to be using that excuse for the next eighteen or so years,” Joey rolled her eyes.
“We’ve got a minute before we start,” Gia promised. “You three set up while I get Eva some sweat appropriate gear.”
Before Eva could come up with a good excuse to go home and go back to bed, Gia had her shoved into a pair of tiny shorts and a two-sizes-too-small crop top that Eva’s boobs were trying to explode out of.
There were twelve of them all together, which was impressive considering Gia’s power class was a vicious, sweat fest that challenged even the most seasoned athletes. Including the gorgeous Taneisha who had rolled out her pretty purple mat next to Donovan and begun stretching her dancer-like body.
Eva tip-toed between them and noticed when Donovan’s gaze fastened onto her explosive cleavage. She set up in the back row next to Joey and Reva.
“Freaking Summer said this was the lazy class,” Joey muttered.
“It’s going to be fine,” Reva promised with Joey-neutralizing optimism. She was slim and sweet. And since Jax and Joey had filed for legal guardianship, she’d really come out of her shell. Freckles danced over the bridge of her nose. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid. At nearly eighteen, she was as pretty as girl-next-door got.
Summer’s head popped up from her hamstring stretch. “Quit whining. Brunch after. My treat.”
“I’m getting extra bacon,” Joey announced. “Nice rack, by the way, Eva. Couldn’t you find a smaller shirt?”
“Hey, don’t turn on a fellow captive. We have to stick together.”
“Sorry, I’m weak with hunger, and it makes me angry.”
Eva grinned and folded forward over her thighs and felt her skin burn. She peeked, knowing she shouldn’t, and found Donovan watching her. Great. Not only was she about to humiliate herself in yoga class, she was going to do it in front of Sheriff Sexy.
“Okay, guys. Let’s get those juices flowing,” Gia announced, launching into an hour of torture.
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“Let me die in peace,” Eva groaned, holding a towel over her face. She didn’t know whose towel it was, nor did she care. Someone was slapping her in the shoulder.
