Page 73 of Bewitch

I consider and shrug. “I’ll try the class.”

“Perfect. The first class is included with your gym membership. If you want to continue with the course, there is a slight fee for the instructor, but it’s not that much. Non-members have to pay a lot more.”

“Great.”

She directs me to where the room is, and I’m all settled on a mat when the instructor comes in. I’m not surprised that the class is filled mostly with girls. The instructor is a male, though, which does shock me, but he after he slowly warms us up, he is able to do all sorts of moves hat leave me with my jaw on the floor. He shows various degrees of modifications before always doing some crazy, complicated variation that has me bugging out.

Kelly took the course too, but she was in the front whereas I had to fill in an empty spot toward the middle of the room. Once the class was done, she makes her way over to me.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without a weight in your hand,” she jokes.

“It’s supposed to be my off day. Don’t tell Lucas.”

She laughs.

“So, ah… What is his deal?” I ask.

Kelly shrugs. “I don’t know his entire life story.”

“No? You two aren’t friends?

“I would say we used to be, yeah, back in high school.”

“You mentioned demons.”

Kelly grimaces. “He was… different back then. He has some issues that he needs to work out.”

“Issues that relate to his parents kicking him out?”

“They cut him out as in they wouldn’t pay for him, not his school at least. He had to pay rent to live there, so he moved out. I think he might’ve been in his car for a while until he started to work here.”

“How old is he?” I ask.

“Twenty.”

“When did he get kicked out?”

“I wouldn’t really call it. kicked out, but they cut him off shortly before the end of high school. After he graduated was when he bounced from their place. I didn’t start coming here until last year, so there’s a gap in my knowledge bank as far as he’s concerned, but he’s so different now.”

“A good different?”

“Yes and no. People change, and it’s not always for the better, but I do think he’s making progress. At least I hope he is.” She makes a face. “You should try talking to him.”

“I might,” I say casually. “Do you really think he would talk to me?”

“Why wouldn’t he?

“Because I’m just a client. Money.

She snorts. “There are times when he watches you, and he’s not checking out your form. He’s checking outyou.”

I say nothing.

“And I can tell you have the hots for him. Go for it.”

“You were just talking to me about his demons,” I point out.

“Maybe you can help him.”

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