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“Will you try it sometime?”
“What? Meditation?” The thought made my skin crawl. How would I stop my brain from running through my to-do list, my list of responsibilities, cases, and my schedule? How did one think of nothing for several minutes? It sounded impossible.
She reached over, picking up my hand and turning it over, running her fingers over my palm. “I’d be there. Helping you.”
“I don’t know.”
She laughed, and the sound had my heart skipping a beat. “We’ll try it. Not today. You’re not ready.”
“Are you saying I’m too stiff?” I shrugged my shoulders in an effort to loosen up.
She shrugged. “Anyone can meditate, but it takes practice to clear the mind. You can do it on your own or guided by someone.”
“I think I prefer guided.” If she were the one guiding me. Would she sit nearby, her voice urging me to relax? Or would she touch me?
I wasn’t sure I could relax the way she wanted if she was nearby. I’d be thinking of other things. Inappropriate ways to be sweaty and clear the mind. Gripping her hips while taking her from behind.
How had my brain gone from meditation to sweaty sex with Remi? It had to be her state of undress. The casual way she slipped under my skin when I least expected it. No one had accomplished that before.
After I’d dated Delilah, the women I’d gone out with had all been a way to pass the time. No one was serious. Even if I wanted a fling or a one-night thing with Remi, she wasn’t the type of girl I could do that with. Not when I’d dated her sister. She wasn’t a girl I wouldn’t see again.
“I think it would be good for you.”
Did she know what I was thinking? That sex with her would be amazing?
“You know. Meditation.”
“Right.” Because she wasn’t having naughty thoughts about me. I hadn’t shown up at her house shirtless with my muscles on display. I was completely covered with my uniform, still wearing my bulletproof vest.
Even if I wanted to lose myself in the moment, it would take me so long to get out of my uniform, I’d remember why getting involved with Remi was a bad idea.
She laughed again. “The look on your face.”
“I’m not a yoga-meditation kind of guy.”
She sobered. “Yeah. That’s clear.”
What did she think of me, and why did I care?
“It’s not a bad thing. You probably have to be strung tight for your job. Hold yourself together. Always on guard. But wouldn’t it feel good to let it go? To clear your mind of everything. Get in touch with yourself.” The passion for that lifestyle was evident on her face. She believed it worked, and she wanted to help me.
“I don’t know about getting in touch with myself”—that sounded like some crazy mumbo jumbo—“but clearing my mind and relaxing sounds nice.”
She smiled softly. “Whenever you want to try, let me know.”
Something warm settled in my chest. It felt a lot like longing for something more meaningful. I might take her up on it, not just for the elusive relaxation she talked about, but to be near her. To feel some of the positivity she did.
“I might take you up on it.” I stood, moving toward the door. I needed to get out of here before she had me on that yoga mat, guiding me into position with her touch, and I lost all sense of control.
“Anytime, Officer.” Her voice was light, teasing.
Did she feel the same attraction, or did she think of me only as her sister’s ex? I couldn’t form a response. I was too caught up in what the hell I was doing here and where my mind was going.
“Thanks for stopping by,” she murmured as she reached past me to open the door.
“Be careful. Let me know if you see anything out of the ordinary.” I infused my cop tone into my words.
A slow smile spread over her face. “Oh, I will.”
