Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Uncle Willy was still at the palace with the queen. Maggie had come home with Ian and Jack and come up here for some yoga and maybe some meditation.
About halfway through her routine, Ian and Jack had turned up.
Uncle Willy had been in good spirits last night and today. The nurse had told them this morning that she didn’t think it was necessary for her to come back tonight.
Maggie knew that meant she’d have to remain vigilant.
“Stop complaining just because your old body can’t handle it. Some of us like this,” Jack said.
She sent him a smile as she stood. God, this felt good. She felt like herself. These last few days she’d been a mess. Worried, scared, and in pain.
Now she felt more in control.
“Old body? I’m four months older than you!” Ian grumbled.
“Yep. So you’re older. Ancient, really. And your downward dog needs some help.”
“I’ll downward dog you,” Ian muttered. “Why were you even looking at me? Were you checking out my ass?”
Jack snorted. “You wish.”
“I can’t believe how much you’ve improved, Jack,” she said. “It’s almost miraculous.”
He sent her an innocent smile. “I guess it’s because I’ve got such a skilled instructor.”
“Suck up,” Ian said as he groaned, trying to go into an extended hand-to-big-toe pose. He hopped around before nearly falling over.
“Ian! Let me help you!” She moved over to him, grabbing him by the hips. “That’s it. Now try to balance yourself. Very good.”
“Hey! I need help too,” Jack complained. He wobbled and she rushed to him. She caught a hint of the look he sent Ian.
Why did he look so happy?
Men were so weird.
Once again, she was sure they all needed therapy before being let out into the general populace.
“That’s it. Oh, Ian!” she cried as he started to fall.
As she reached him, he grabbed hold of her. She braced herself to take his weight, but at the last second, he managed to balance himself.
“Sorry,” he told her, his cheeks flushed.
She was pressed against him, her breasts to his chest and somehow, his hands had landed on her ass.
“That’s all right. It’s hard when you first start. I kept falling over my instructor too.”
“Did she catch you as well?” Jack asked.
“He did.”
She didn’t understand why they both tensed, glaring at her. “What?”
“Do you still have yoga lessons with him?” Ian asked.
“Uh, no. Not anymore.” She couldn’t afford it.
“Good,” Jack said. “He can keep his hands then.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re so funny.” She turned away.
“She thinks I’m being funny,” Jack whispered.
Ian hushed him.
He was just making a joke, right?
Of course he is.
“I think I might have a swim,” she said hastily. She really needed to cool off a bit.
“Is your hip all right?” Ian asked.
“Yep. It feels as good as new.”
They didn’t look like they believed her, but the pain was much more manageable
She was wearing her swimsuit under the short-sleeved T-shirt and pants, so she just stripped them off.
Then she turned to look at them both. They were staring back at her . . . and maybe she was imagining it but there seemed to be hunger and admiration in their faces.
She took a few steps back, then turning, dove straight into the water. The cool water felt amazing against her flushed skin, but it did nothing to make the heat inside her dissipate.
She stayed under the water, trying to calm herself, when suddenly she was grabbed and thrust up to the surface.
When they burst through the surface, she gasped for air as she stared at a shaken-looking Ian.
“Are you all right? Fuck. Shit. Jack, get her out of here.”
“No, wait! I’m fine! What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
“What’s wrong with me? You almost fucking drowned. We need to get her to the hospital.”
“No, you don’t,” she said as Jack hauled her out of the water and up into his arms.
Whoa. He was strong.
Great. Now her body was heating again.
“You were drowning,” Ian said, getting out of the water.
Wow.
Her eyes tracked a drip of water moving down his chest.
Yum. Yum.
“Dry her off and get her in the truck,” Ian ordered.
“Jack, put me down.”
“Jack, move,” Ian said.
“Jack, no!” she ordered.
Jack sighed. Then he set her down on her feet.
“Jack!” Ian snarled. “Fine, I’ll take her myself.”
“Mate, if she can argue with you, then I don’t think she needs the hospital. Were you drowning, baby girl?”
“No. I was fine. I’m actually a really good swimmer.”
“I saw you lying on the bottom. You didn’t come up for ages,” Ian pointed out.
Great. How did she tell him that she’d been turned on and was trying to cool herself down?
Simple. Don’t.
“I was just thinking. I like the peace and quiet down there.”
“You. Were. Thinking.” Ian’s face was growing purple.
“Is he all right?” she asked Jack.
“I’m not sure. At his advanced age, it is a bit of a worry.”