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“I’m sorry about your mom, too. I know how difficult it is.”
I shrug. “I barely remember her.” I’m not sure either which memories are real or pictures I’ve seen.
She nods, crossing her arms over her chest. “Sometimes I worry I’ll forget my mom. I do what I can to keep her memory alive, even when it’s hard to think about her.” She chews on her bottom lip, seeming lost for a moment, then focuses back in, giving me a small smile. “Should we get started?”
“Yeah.” I don’t know why I brought up anything personal to begin with. “Do you mind if I move some of this furniture out of the way?”
“Sure, but it’s heav—”
She cuts off as I pick up the coffee table and place it near the bookcase, then scoot the couch back to give us more room to practice. That should be enough space.
She points a finger between where the furniture was and where it is now. “You just moved that stuff.”
Uh… “I thought you said I could.”
She shakes her head. “No, I mean you moved it with no problem. I can barely budge it.” Her gaze sweeps over me, lingering over my arms and chest. “I guess your muscles aren’t only for show?”
Warmth pools in the pit of my stomach until she turns away, holding her hands to her temples. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I said that,” she mutters. “Ignore me, please.”
From what I know of her already, there doesn’t seem to be much of a filter on her mouth. Maybe it’s best to do as she asks.
“You ready to get started?”
She glances over one shoulder and nods.
I approach her slowly, careful not to cause another reaction like in the laundry room. “I want to start out by saying I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’m no teacher.”
Some of the tension in her eases as she turns to face me. “Me either.”
“I help some of the guys out at the gym with their technique, but I’ve never officially done anything. In case you’re expecting a lot.”
“No. This was all kind of spur of the moment.”
I nod, wiping my palms on my shorts again. Why are they so sweaty? “So I was coming up with what we should do, and I thought of that scene fromMiss Congeniality—”
“Wait.” She holds up a hand to stop me. “You’ve seenMiss Congeniality?”
I shrug. “Yeah…”
She brings her hand to her chest. “I love that movie. It doesn’t seem like something you’d watch, though.”
“I mean, I’m not watching it at home by myself with a tub of popcorn. I’m pretty sure I saw it with my sister.”
The corner of her mouth lifts on one side. “Fair enough. So you’re talking about the scene where she beats her partner up on stage? And she’s wearing the Bavarian outfit?”
“Right.”
“I can’t do that. Doesn’t she flip him over her back? You think I could do that?”
There’s no chance in hell she could do that. “Well, the other stuff. Thrusting the heel of your hand into their nose is a good move.”
“Like this?”
She drives her palm up, and I barely swerve out of the way in time to avoid it. Girl’s got fast reflexes.
“I didn’t mean do it now.”
She snatches her hand back to her side. “Sorry.”
