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the hell out of her.”
    I smile at the sentiment. Most guys would probably rattle off some sports star or model, but there’s something genuine about Kyle. It’s not a ploy; it’s who he is. As our order is dropped off, I pull a beignet off the plate. I moan as the warm, sugar-coated goodness melts in my mouth.
    “Good?” Kyle takes a sip of coffee and nearly has the same reaction.
    I nod. “Very. So what do your parents do?”
    Kyle shifts, huffing a laugh. “My dad’s a partner at a law firm. My mom works for Saks in Visual Merchandising and also runs my grandmother’s flower shop.”
    “Oh,” I choke out, shaking my head. “Wow, impressive.”
    “Yours?” Kyle jolts, leaning forward. “I mean your mom. I’m sorry. You told me about your dad. This is why I hate small talk, and yet I can’t get away from it.”
    “It’s okay, really. She left when I was little. I haven’t seen her since I was five. I barely remember her.” I shove another beignet in my mouth in the most unattractive way. Powdered sugar is probably coating half my face, but at least I haven’t cried or run away yet.
    Yay, me!

Chapter Six
     
    Junior
     
    Kyle
     
     
    It feels like someone is taking a rusted, serrated knife and dragging it up and down my hamstring before twisting it into the back of my knee. I should have stuck with traditional physical therapy, but once again I was thinking with my dick, and I’m now a few weeks deep into yoga.
    “Stop thinking so much, Avery,” Olivia whispers with a smile as she walks past my mat. “Concentrate on your form.”
    I know your form very well. Especially in those shorts.
    I roll my eyes and transition from facing-up cat to soldier, or whatever it’s called. I really tried to pay attention to the moves in my first few classes because this shit is confusing as hell. I would rather pay attention to Olivia, though, and be slow on the uptake. I push my lunge a little farther than I should, and a different stabbing pain radiates through my shin, knee, and hamstring.
    Fuck.
    “You okay, man?” Zach leans over. “Your face is turning purple.”
    “Nope. Not at all.” I shake my head, every part of my body burns as the pain intensifies.
    “It’s okay.
    Class is over in a minute. Lay down in savasana ,” Aubrey whispers.
    “What?” I sit and rub my hamstring.
    “Play dead. Corpse pose.” Olivia nudges my shoulder as she walks past again. “Everyone cycle through one more downward-facing dog before walking your feet toward your hands. Modify as much as necessary.” Her voice takes on a completely different tone when she teaches. She sounds like an angel coaxing a terrified child. In any other situation, I’d find it patronizing, but I kind of dig it here.
    I stare at the ceiling, making shapes out of the pin-holed tiles. If Cam saw me now, he’d probably kick my ass on principle. The throbbing waves in my knee don’t subside as Olivia cools down the class. I know the only thing in my future tonight is a painkiller, ice, and my Transformers-esque knee brace. When everyone starts leaving the classroom a few minutes later, my knee is the size of a grapefruit.
    “Need some help?” Zach hovers over me as I attempt to stand, holding out his hand.
    “Yeah man, thanks.” He pulls me up and I limp toward the door.
    Helena looks up from the computer and pulls off her glasses. “What’d ya do?”
    “Well, I’ve had my knee completely put back together, twice, and have three rods and about fifty screws holding my leg in place.” I lower myself into the chair and Olivia sits next to me.
    “Kyle, you should have told me. I wouldn’t have done those sequences, or at the very least, given you serious modifications.” Her shoulders fall as her face turns red.
    “Sugar, c’mon. I have just the thing for you.” Helena opens the door to a room behind the front desk. “I am the master of alleviating knee problems.”
    After we say goodbye to Aubrey and Zach, I follow Helena into

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