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UNSURPRISINGLY EXHAUSTED, LOGAN put his key in the door, looking forward to a quick shower then dinner with Kensey.

He didn’t give a damn about what was on the menu. He’d eaten more army rations than he cared to think about. All he wanted was to talk to Kensey. Get to know her better. Then have a lot of sex.

Music met him with a bang. Hard rock, served very loud. Was she nuts?

He headed straight into the living room.

Shit.

There she was. Wearing really tiny black yoga shorts. And a white tank top, which looked a great deal like the undershirts in his dresser drawer. They looked much better on her.

She was on a yoga mat, doing a handstand with her legs curled round over her head so that her feet touched her forehead.

The scorpion was a bitch of a pose. Especially for men. He knew. He’d used yoga a lot during his deployments and kept up with it at home. Keeping limber was one of the first truly valuable lessons he’d learned in self-defense. But he’d never listened to AC/DC while trying to find his spiritual center.

Of course, he was mesmerized. By her perfect form, her perfect body. She couldn’t see him from this angle, and he didn’t move, afraid to startle her lest she hurt herself. But mostly, he was just in awe. No training at all, she’d said. What a load. She was in better shape than some Navy SEALs he knew.

As he watched, she raised her legs into a regular handstand and did a few elbow dips. Then, boom, the music changed to typical yoga crap. A few seconds later, she shifted so that she was balancing the weight of her body entirely on one hand. A single-handed handstand. Every part of her body was stunning, her balance superb and she could call him McBabe every other minute, it wouldn’t stop him from getting hard.

“Hello?” she said, still on just the one hand and unable to look his way.

“Just me. Sorry. Didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“No problem.”

“I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“Wait.”

He knew she couldn’t see him, yet she had sensed someone was standing there and had stayed completely cool. Just like yesterday when she’d been wearing nothing but a towel. Interesting. “Yeah?”

“Are you always early? I mean, is it a thing? A little OCD maybe?”

“No. In fact, I only started doing it to annoy you.”

“Ah,” she said, still on the one damn hand. The way her muscles shifted to keep her balance was like an intricate ballet. “Thought so.”

“Change of subject, while you’re in a conversational mood. Think you could teach me that?”

“Sure. Give me about ten years, and voilà—you’ll be a yoga master.”

“Ten years. Ha. I get it. That’s a joke.” Okay, smartass. Game on. “No seriously. How about that thing you were doing a minute ago?”

“The scorpion?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe. Can you do a handstand?”

“I’m ex-military. I can do fifty before breakfast.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s called cheerleading, but, hey, to each his own.”

“Again. Funny. Anyway, I’ll wait until you’re done. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself and blame me.”

She transitioned into a double-handed handstand, then lowered herself into a sitting position in one of the most graceful moves he’d ever seen. “Take off your shoes,” she said.

He didn’t think twice about it, just took ’em off where he stood.