Page 174 of The Holiday Clause
Wren spun as the doors swept open and Drummond breezed in, completely transformed. Gone were the tailored suits. He now looked like a cover model for a luxury winter retreat, his cashmere jogger set hugging his frame with bespoke precision.
“Wren, just the woman I was looking for.”
“Mr. Drummond,” Wren greeted with unshakable professionalism. “Lilly informed me you extended your stay.”
“Please, call me Greg. I’ve had a change of heart.” He smiled with an edge that promised trouble. “I was hoping to convince you to have lunch.”
“I’m afraid I can’t. I have yoga class?—”
“After.”
“I’m scheduled for a shift?—”
“Your schedule’s empty.”
Wren shot Lilly a glare.
“Just sayin’.” Lilly held up her hands.
“So you have time?” Greg’s smile widened.
“Only for client services.”
He plucked a brochure off the rack and flipped to the service menu. “One-on-one yoga sounds perfect. Two o’clock?” He stuffed the brochure back in the rack and tapped the counter as if holding an invisible gavel—decision made.
He didn’t wait for confirmation and as soon as he left, Wren deflated. “Why won’t he go away?”
“I can’t believe you’re complaining. He’s paying tons to stay here and booking private services. When did you become allergic to money?”
“You’re right.” She didn’t know why he irritated her so much. She was used to pushy men. “I’m going to take a walk and reboot.”
After her afternoon class, Noah lingered as usual.
“Have you thought about my dinner offer?”
She finally had a legitimate excuse that wouldn’t damage their teacher-client relationship. “ I’m flattered, Noah, but I have to confess, I’m involved with someone.”
He didn’t appear surprised. “The guy on the boat, right?”
Heat flushed her cheeks. “You saw?”
“Kind of hard to miss a display like that.”
“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner, but this is very new. I wouldn’t want anything to make coming here awkward.”
“Fair enough.” She appreciated how easily he accepted her decision.
To make things less awkward, she said, “You’re almost getting the sirsasana pose down.”
“I’ve been practicing.”
She smiled. “That’s great. Soon enough, you’ll be able to lead the classes.”
“Nah. No one has your special touch. I’m just here for the experience.” His words filled her with great satisfaction.
After Noah left, Wren refilled her water when a hand suddenly swooped around her waist, scaring the hell out of her.
“How come every time I visit, there’s a stray sniffing around you?” Greyson’s voice rumbled possessively against her ear.
