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My whole body unwound, almost like he’d pushed a relax button on me. “Seriously? Fuck, I don’t care what times they have. As long as it’s wheelchair accessible, I will make it work.”

“Sweet. I’ll let the crew know we’re back in business. Talk soon?”

I nodded, and when the screen went black, I laid my head against the cushion and allowed myself to breathe fully for the first time in weeks. We had a solution, and even if I had to askmy students to make some adjustments, I had a feeling they’d figure out how to make the times work if it meant no more warehouse.

Sitting straight, I swiped open my phone screen and navigated to my work email. And there it was, the email from the gym.

“Dear Mr. Adams,” I read aloud, “yada yada, yoga room available Monday to Thursday yada yada…” My eyes speed-read through and then came to a screeching halt.Would you be interested in filling in for the teacher we had who just quit? We had ten regular students two days a week.

Okay, that wasn’t so bad. And since my hours were going to be reduced and this county promised to be less hellish than San Francisco, maybe I could squeeze in a little extra here. This job wasn’t just a hobby. It felt as important as everything else I did.

I kept reading, and that was when I saw the student log. My eyes scanned the names, and my heart beat double-time when my gaze fixed on the last one.Tameron H.

There was a tiny chance it wasn’t Nash’s Tameron, but in all honesty, how often was I going to come across that name? I didn’t know if I was elated or terrified because the man seemed to be annoyed by every single thing I did, said, or signed. But maybe this was the universe giving me a chance to turn things around. Maybe…

“Mm!”

I looked up at the sound of Dax’s voice, and he walked over, dropping to the cushion beside my feet.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.

I waved him off. ‘Nothing. Nash found a gym so I don’t have to keep working in the warehouse.’

Dax raised a brow and his face told me he didn’t believe everything I was saying. ‘And?’

‘And they want me to take on a few more students.’ There. Not a lie…just maybe not the entire truth.

He stared a few moments longer, then leaned back with a sigh, dropping it. ‘Better than where you’re at now, right?’

I snorted. ‘True-biz. Anything is better than that place. Though maybe you should go. You’d be perfect for the circus.’

He stared at me for a beat, then lunged and attempted to smother me as I doubled over in laughter. Dax eventually had me pinned and shoved his wet finger into my ear. I yelped and shoved him off, and he sat back with a smug grin.

‘Asshole,’ I threw at him.

His grin widened. ‘You’re my favorite brother.’

‘I’m your only brother.’

Dax shrugged, then grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. The moment settled, and my eyes went back to my phone screen.Tameron H. I wondered what his last name was and if there would ever be a chance—even a tiny one—that he and I could ever be friends.

CHAPTER THREE

TAMERON

When I’d offered for Nash’s crew to check out my gym, I’d been prepared to run into Dayton from time to time. What I hadn’t counted on was him teaching my yoga class. Talk about an unwelcome surprise. I’d been so upset when I’d gotten the email that my previous teacher had accepted another job and they were pleased to introduce the new teacher, yada yada, Dayton Adams.

Fuck me sideways.

Obviously, I’d skipped the first lesson he’d taught, opting to do an online class instead. That hadn’t worked out as well as I’d hoped since the tempo had been too fast for me. I needed gentle yoga, considering my balance issues, and slow instructions.

I hadn’t been able to make the second lesson he’d taught either. I’d had an ASL practice session with someone from my ASL class. He had limited availability, so I’d given up my yoga class for that session. It hadn’t exactly been a hardship.

But now I had to bite the bullet…and I was pissy as fuck about it. To add insult to injury, it was Monday morning, which was a reason to be moody all in itself.

I’d arrived early because I had a score to settle with Dayton. When I walked into the classroom, he was already there, settingup. He wore a white singlet that accentuated his muscular build and a pair of loose shorts.

“You told Nash I didn’t show up?”

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