Serenity (Inevitable #5)(19)

Julia stuck out her bottom lip in a pronounced pout. "Sasha is pretty sure she's sensing a masculine aura around the twins," she told her friend. "And I told her I don't believe her, not even a little. At least one of them has to be a girl. I mean, boys are no fun at all to dress, are they?"

Sasha and Tessa exchanged a knowing look. Julia was a veritable fashionista, always dressed to kill, and with a wardrobe that any model or actress would envy. She was also the epitome of femininity, and about the only time she didn't wear a dress or skirt was here in yoga class. And even then she managed to look feminine and fashionable, her exercise clothing perfectly color-coordinated and stylish.

Tessa jabbed Julia in the ribs good-naturedly, mindful of her baby bump, and gave her a naughty wink. "But they're awfully fun to un-dress," she snickered. "In fact, I've got a male waiting for me outside who happens to look amazing without his clothes on. So, sorry to rush out like this, but Ian is taking me out to brunch. And after that - well, that's the part where the undressing is going to happen."

Julia rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Tessa? Didn't you guys already go at it this morning before class? You're going to wear the man out, honey." 

Tessa's blue eyes widened, and she blushed furiously. "How did you know that?" she whispered urgently.

Sasha smiled indulgently. "You, ah, have a certain look in your eyes at times, Tessa. It's always been rather obvious to me what - or who - put that particular look there."

"Yeah," chimed in Julia. "We know the real reason you're always one of the last ones to arrive here on Sunday mornings. So stop blaming nonexistent traffic, and just fess up to the fact that you and your hot hubby like starting your day off with a bang. Literally, in this case."

Tessa's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she hastily stuffed her yoga mat into its carrying bag. "Oh, God," she muttered, half to herself. "Guess I'd better start setting my alarm a few minutes earlier on Sundays."

Sasha winked at her knowingly. "Hey, don't knock it. I mean, you're definitely still a newlywed so we'd be shocked if you weren't having lots and lots of great sex. And I'm trying my best not to feel jealous about that right now. I'm, ah, in the middle of what you might call a dry spell right about now."

"Anything we can do to help you out with that?" offered Julia mischievously. "Nathan's friend Jonathan asks about you all the time, ever since he met you at our pool party over Memorial Day weekend."

Sasha didn't bother to hide her distaste. "You mean the guy who arrived with a redhead but left with a brunette and tried to hit on every other female there in between? Thank you for thinking of me, Julia, but I don't date players."

Tessa sighed. "Well, forget my idea, then. I was going to suggest setting you up with Jordan Reeves, my OB/GYN. He's incredibly sweet and really good looking, but he does tend to, um, get around a lot."

Julia rolled her eyes. "And as usual, Tessa, you forgot to mention that your hot doctor has the hots for you. Though he does look like he could show a girl a good time, Sasha. Especially one who's in the middle of a dry spell."

Sasha shook her head, causing a couple of corkscrew curls to escape from the messy knot she'd unsuccessfully tried to contain them in. Most days it seemed that her wild, untamed curls had a mind of their own, and attempting to style them in any sort of way was usually an exercise in futility.

"Thank you both - I think - for offering to fix me up with your husbands' manwhore friends," she replied drily. "But I'd prefer to find my own man, actually. And this certainly isn't the first time in my life that I've been celibate for a long stretch. Relationships can be complicated, after all, and I've made it one of my goals to live as uncomplicated a life as possible."

Sasha continued to reflect on that statement as she chatted briefly with a few other students, then made sure the studio was neat and tidy for the next class that would be starting in less than a half hour. As she exited the practice room - the largest of the three here at SF Flow, the most popular yoga studio in San Francisco - she noted that students were already assembling out in the lobby for the next class. Weekend mornings were especially busy here at the studio, though nearly all of the classes were well attended and often filled to capacity.

Callista, who worked the front desk on weekends, was busy checking in students but took a moment to smile at Sasha as she approached.

"Well, from the way half your students were practically crawling out of here a few minutes ago, I'd guess you gave them all a good ass kicking this morning," drawled Callista.