Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“Hey, man,” JP says as I approach them. “We were just talking about your sister surviving that plane crash with one of your teammates. I’d forgotten about it.”
I slip my slides off, the sand massaging my soles. “Yeah, it was all over the news when it happened. Pretty crazy.”
“Didn’t she and your teammate get married after that?” Farrah asks.
“Yep.”
“Were they dating before?”
“Nope.”
Farrah inhales sharply and grins. “Oh, so did he put the moves on in the wilderness?”
Aggravation flares in my chest because even though Trinity and Lincoln are happily married now, I still don’t like thinking about them hooking up. Ever.
“It was a cabin in the woods.”
“Oh.” Farrah’s eyes light happily. “That’s romantic.”
I walk over to Alice, eager to drop the subject. She gives me a skeptical look.
“Hey, how’s your knee?”
“It’s fine.”
“Is it really?”
She shrugs. “Don’t worry about it.”
I sigh inwardly and turn to Farrah. “Did Alice tell you I accidentally clotheslined her yesterday and smashed your sushi?”
Farrah laughs lightly. “Is that what happened?”
“Dude, you boarded her without the boards,” JP says.
I shoot him a glare. “I didn’t know she was there. If you had better aim, I wouldn’t have been running backward.”
He scoffs. “I can put a football wherever I want. I just didn’t realize you’re so slow.”
I give Alice a, Can you believe this shit? look, but she’s stone-faced.
“Let’s race,” I suggest to JP.
The sand will slow me down a lot, but it’ll slow him down, too. I’ve trained my legs hard over the years because speed is everything in hockey. There’s not a doubt in my mind I can smoke him.
“I would, but my meniscus isn’t all the way healed yet.”
“Sorry, what?” I cup a hand around my ear like I didn’t hear him. “Did you say you’re too much of a puss?”
“Shit.” He laughs. “I can’t blow out my knee again, Lorenzo, or I’d take you on in a second.”
“Boys.” Farrah looks between us, a playful smile on her lips. “The vibe at morning meditation is zen. Peace. Let’s get started.”
She sits down in the sand, closing her eyes and straightening her spine. Then she leans forward, easily grasping her toes in a stretch. The rest of us follow her.
“Let’s manifest health,” she says in a soothing voice. “Wellness takes discipline. Let’s think about all the actions we can take today to create wellness in our lives.”
She leads us through a series of stretches, the sun popping up over the horizon within a few minutes. Farrah is all in with every movement; her flexibility amazing me. Her body is long and lean, her arm muscles defined when she gets into the plank position.
Alice follows in silence. She doesn’t seem to have Farrah’s enthusiasm for yoga. And JP is fucking obnoxious, vocally exhaling and making sure every movement is perfect.
I’ve got nothing against yoga--I do it several times a week. But that’s because our team trainer makes us do it. Yoga with beautiful women, though, is much better than yoga with my teammates. Dane farts at least three times in every session.
“Dancer pose,” Farrah murmurs.
She bends a knee behind her and turns toward it, grabbing her foot with her hand and bringing it up. My brows shoot up as I watch her move her foot above her head, holding it with both hands as she pushes her chest forward in a deep stretch.
“Alice will show you the modification,” Farrah says in a tranquil tone.
Alice is bent forward, her leg out behind her. She puts her arms out, trying to balance, but flails and puts a hand down to the sand. She groans, frustrated.
“Progress, not perfection,” Farrah says.
I look over at JP. He’s damn close to getting into the pose, but he can’t get his leg high enough. The strain is showing on his face, though he’s trying to make it look like it’s easy.
I’ve got the balance and core strength for this one. I get into the pose, feeling the deep stretch in my leg.
“Nice, Dalton,” Farrah says. “Let’s hold this one. Our bodies are so amazing, aren’t they? We need to take care of them. Give our bodies the nutrients and oxygen they need. No processed garbage in.”
Okay, that’s where I draw the line. I have to stay fit for my job, and I’d exercise even if I didn’t have to because I feel better when I do. But I also love pizza, candy bars and cheesesteak sandwiches.
“Are you vegan, Farrah?” JP asks.
“Pescatarian. But I don’t eat much fish. What about you?”
“I have to get in a lot of calories, but I mostly eat lean proteins, whole grains and vegetables.”
“Are you pescatarian, too, Alice?” I ask.
“Me?” She laughs and a little snort comes out. “No.”
“But I’m working on her!” Farrah grins in Alice’s direction.
Alice shakes her head. “I’ll never give up bacon. Or chai tea lattes. Or pepperoni pizza.”