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Sloane was exercising on the back deck, wearing a tank top and yoga pants.Yoga pants.
It might seem normal to see someone wearing workout clothes to work out, but this was Sloane. I’d known her for three years and I had never, not once, seen her in anything other than an evening dress or business wear. I was convinced she slept in those knife-sharp suits she favored so much.
I walked closer, fascinated by the unnatural sight.
Sloane switched from one impossible-looking yoga pose to another. Sunlight gilded her lithe form and turned her golden hair into a halo. She hadn’t noticed me yet, which meant her expression didn’t hold disdain, frustration, or general annoyance.
It was…nice, but also a little alarming, like seeing a lioness stripped of her claws.
Her phone pinged with a new notification. My mouth twitched when she balanced herself so she could type out a reply with one hand before she resettled into her original position and closed her eyes.
“Impressive.” I couldn’t resist commenting. I leaned against the doorframe and pushed a hand into the pocket of my sweatpants. “But you know the point of yoga is to relax, right?”
Sloane’s eyes popped open again. Her head swiveled so she could glare at me. “How long have you been standing there?” she demanded.
Ah, there’s that comforting irritation. Let’s see if we can notch it higher, shall we?
“Long enough to see you answer your phone.” I tsked with disappointment. “It’s the first day, and you’re already breaking the rules. I expected more from you.”
My smile inched wider when she unfolded herself, stood, and came to a stop inches from me. This close, I could see flecks of gray in her blue eyes and smell a trace of her perfume. It was clean and light, like fresh linen with a hint of jasmine.
They were things I shouldn’t notice about a woman who tolerated me at best and despised me at worst. But I did, and once I noticed them, I couldn’t stop thinking about them.
“They weren’t rules,” Sloane said. “They were mutually agreed conditions. Plus, it wasn’t a work text. It was personal.”
“Let me guess. It was your date from the other night.”
“You’re strangely obsessed with that date.”
So ithadbeen a date. I was unprepared for the little kick in my stomach, which I masked with a shrug. “Nothing strange about it. You’re notorious for turning down men.”
“Lucky me. Maybe they’ll get the hint and leave me alone.”
Sloane abandoned her yoga session and brushed past me into the living room.
I trailed after her. “So, your first vacation in years. What are your plans for the day?”
I’d made a wild guess about the last time she took off work, but she didn’t correct me, which was damn sad. People could scold me for “not living up to my potential,” but at least I wasn’t chained to my inbox and the whims of others.
“I haven’t decided yet. Perhaps I’ll finish my book.” Her eyes flicked around at our luxurious surroundings. The three-bedroom villa boasted an infinity pool, a Jacuzzi, and access to a private beach, but she seemed unimpressed by all of it.
“The book you were reading on the plane?” I asked in disbelief. “25 Principles of Crisis Communications? Thatbook?”
Pink colored her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. “It’s the latest edition.”
“Jesus.” The CIA couldn’t torture me into reading that book, and she was doing it for fun.
I’d assumed that once she arrived in Mallorca, the island would work its magic and she’d automatically loosen up. Obviously, that wasn’t the case.
If I wanted to see a different side of her, I had to coax it out of her; otherwise, she’d spend the week buried in some boring nonfiction book and the entire trip would go to waste.
The chances of me convincing Sloane to take off work again in the future were slim to none, which meant this was myoneopportunity to drag her out of her comfort zone.
I chose not to examine why doing that was so important to me. Sometimes, it was better not to ask questions I wouldn’t like the answers to.
“Fuck that. You’re at the best resort in Mallorca. You need to take advantage of it.” An idea popped up in my head. “I have just the thing. Let’s go.”
Sloane didn’t budge. “I’m not day drinking with you.”
