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Yoga One For Me
Get it FREE on Kindle Unlimited! -- EXCERPT: I put down the yoga mat and check the fridge. It’s fully stocked with enough food to feed a football team. Raine went all out, and I only left her some bags to dump in the Crockpot. I owe her big time. My mouth waters as I rifle through the contents of the fridge. I’m going to double my weight if I try to eat all of this before it goes bad. Most of it will end up in the freezer. As my stomach roars, I make myself a plate of food and fill a glass with iced tea. Then I head for the dining room, my mouth watering. I round the corner and crash into something. No, someone. A very tall and very muscular someone. His eyes widen as my food smashes against his white button-down shirt and my black iced tea runs down his khaki pants, making it look like he wet himself. Maybe he did — I can be scary. I scream. Smack his side with my plate. He’s surprisingly solid. “Get out!” He backs up, holding out his hands. “Me? I live here. You get out!” My pulse thrums in my ears. “No, I do. This is my house for the summer.” “Says who?” He pulls mashed potatoes from his shirt and flops them onto my plate. His wavy, dirty-blonde hair blocks his face, and he brushes it aside getting food in it. I get lost in his eyes for a moment. Until I remember that he’s an intruder, and my life is in danger. “Leave! Before I call the police.” “Did you catch the part about me living here?” I throw the potatoes back at him. “I don’t know who you are, but Raine said I’d have this house to myself.” He’s really hot. Maybe he’s one of the guys she’s seeing, and he doesn’t realize she’s in Nevada. That makes sense. But why would he think he lives here? “Where’s she?” “If you live here, you should know.” I fold my arms. He tilts his head, and while he looks menacing he also takes my breath away. “I don’t keep track of where my sister is.” His sister? He’s Raine’s brother. Crap. He really does have every right to be here. Though we’ve never met, now I recognize him from the pictures I’ve seen over the years. He’s even taller and more gorgeous in person. It takes me a moment to find my voice. “You’re Rake.” “In the flesh.” “You still have to leave. This isn’t part of my contract with Raine.” There is no contract. At least not on paper. But she did promise me the house to myself. That’s like a contract. In a way. Fine, it’s a stretch. But I’m going with it. Rake’s brows furrow. “Leave? I need to shower, thanks to you.” “After that, you can go.” I storm to my room, taking my useless plate of squished food with me. I’ve lost my appetite anyway.
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