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I look down in my wine glass. I’ve been feeling the same way about the things I want in my life. I can’t find the words I need right now, so I remain quiet.

“Rem, I?—”

“Yo, Knight. You have to come weigh in on this,” Kegan calls cutting him off.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom. You go ahead and see what he’s talking about,” I murmur and stand.

CHAPTER 26

Stretched

Reminisce

My arms are burning, and I keep forgetting to breathe. This bow pose is killing me. I can’t believe the shit Isha has us doing.

In this moment, this girl is Saga’s friend. I don’t know why I’m here doing any of this. There’s a part of me that wants to sit my butt down and call it quits.

“Okay, come back down into child’s pose,” Isha instructs.

I move through the next sequence she gives on autopilot, I have to if I’m going to make it through this. I glance out the corner of my eye to see Saga moving through this workout like it’s nothing. Meanwhile, I feel like I’m dying.

“Okay, guys. Savasana.”

I have never been happier to hear the word. I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling questioning my life and sanity. I will give Isha one thing. This studio is nice.

The ambiance almost helps you forget she’s trying to kill you. Between the aroma therapy and the calming colors of the room, it’s all so inviting. It goes a long way to help me calm my heart and find my breath.

I’ll give her credit. I haven’t thought about Knight in the last hour. I haven’t thought about anything but trying to make it through this mental and physical ass whipping for that matter.

“Namaste.”

Thank God, it’s finally over. I feel like I collapse even though I’m lying flat on my back. I’m ignoring my sister’s phone call the next time I see her name. She’s been disowned.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe people pay you to treat them like this,” I groan as our yoga session comes to an end.

As I lie here on my back, I can feel muscles I didn’t know I had. Sweat is dripping everywhere. I want to go back to the beginner’s classes I used to do, not this demon yoga Isha just put us through.

“I’m not as flexible as I thought,” I pant.

“You’re actually pretty flexible. You probably haven’t put that to the test in a while, so everything is tight. You did great,” Isha says a little bit too chipper for me at the moment.

“Says the woman who does this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” Saga groans.

“Come on, guys. My celebrity clients do enough whining. Don’t you two start. Bask in the peace, be grateful for the movements your bodies have allowed. Be in the moment,” Isha says.

“You’re right. I’m not going to complain. Lord knows this is better than being hunched over my desk reading documents, but I’m not moving for another twenty minutes,” I laugh.

“Take your time. I don’t have any other clients until this afternoon.”

Those poor people. I feel like I should send smoke signals or something to warn them to run. This place isn’t safe. Hearts might stop, breathing is sure to be impended, and brain fog from lack of oxygen is likely to occur.

“Bishop has the boys today, so I’m in no rush. All those two babies do is fight each other. Carson is either sitting on Cooper or Cooper is tugging at Carson. Between that and the fact that they’re always looking at me as if I’m hiding snacks, I need this break,” Saga says with a sigh.

“You guys want to grab a bite? Maybe some smoothies,” Isha says hopefully.

She’s been here in LA since my sister returned, but I still don’t think she’s made a ton of friends. I often get a lonely vibe from her. With Saga being married and having two children, I don’t think things are the same between them.

Not for lack of trying. It’s just life. The two of us have become better friends, but I’m a workaholic, so my time is limited when it comes to new friends. I do try because she’s my sister’s friend.

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