Fall Into Temptation (Blue Moon Book #2)(22)

Gia thought it wise not to mention the fact that she’d seen both Fitz and Taneisha whip out their phones after class.

“How do people just get up and walk out of here?” Jax asked, opening an eye to watch the football players bounce out with as much energy as when they arrived.

Gia dropped a cold water bottle in front of each of their mats. “It gets easier,” she promised.

Beckett dragged himself into a seated position and swiped the bottle over his sweaty forehead. “Thank you,” he said, before guzzling the contents.

“That Fitz is one flexible freak,” Carter groaned, trying to work his way into a seated position.

“The image of him in that yoga diaper is going to haunt me for the rest of my life,” Jax said, covering his eyes.

“Gia, I swear, next poker night we’re going to talk to him about his yoga wardrobe,” Carter promised. “I had no idea he was inflicting this kind of visual abuse on your class.”

“And, Gia, I promise you that I’m going to clean this up, but I have to do this. I can’t stop smelling myself.” Jax promptly dumped the bottle of water over his head.

“Jesus, Hollywood,” Beckett said, slapping his brother on the back of the head.

“He needed to do it,” Carter argued. “I wouldn’t have let him in the truck smelling like that.”

“Get a freaking towel at least.” Beckett threw his sopping wet sweat towel in Jax’s face.

“That’s disgusting. You smell worse than me!” Jax threatened to dump the rest of his water over Beckett until Carter punched him in the ribs.

“Get a f*cking towel,” he ordered.

Jax crawled over to the towel bin. “Do you have anything in a body-size?” he asked.

“Gianna, maybe now we could have that talk,” Beckett suggested.

“Right. The contest,” she said, purposely misunderstanding Beckett’s overture. “I’m surprised none of you asked who won. So who feels like a winner?”

When none of them said anything, she smiled. “Good.”

Jax paused his floor and mat scrubbing to look at her. “It was a three-way losers tie, wasn’t it? Man, I had no idea yoga would be so …”

“Horrible?” Carter supplied.

“Painful?” Beckett offered.

“Amazing?” Gia interjected.

“Most of the above,” Jax decided.

“Yoga has a way of highlighting both your strengths and weaknesses,” Gia told them. “For instance, Jax, your flexibility is great.”

“Thanks,” he brightened. “I took a bunch of Pilates classes with this actress I dated a few years ago.”

“The one with the …” Carter held his hands to his chest like he was clutching a pair of watermelons.

“No, that was Didi. I think those would have hindered her in any actual physical activity.”

Gia rolled her eyes, but continued. “Carter, you have incredible upper body strength. Those arm balances you did today aren’t beginner’s poses.”

“What about my strengths?” Beckett asked, watching her closely.

“Awh,” Jax cooed. “The middle brother’s feeling left out.”

Beckett gave Jax a boot with his foot and sent his brother sprawling across his soggy mat.

“Your endurance is great. You could do sun salutations all day.”

“How about my weakness?” he asked. He looked at her like there was no one else in the room.

“Control.”

His dark eyebrows winged up. “I don’t have enough of it?”

Gia was certain Beckett Pierce had never been accused of not having enough control.

“No, you use too much of it. It makes you afraid to expand in your poses because you might fail or fall. You’re so focused on doing everything exactly right you miss out on the fact that doing things wrong can teach you more or be more fun.”

“I feel like this just turned into a yoga therapy session,” Jax whispered.

“What about us?” Carter asked, curious now. “Besides Hollywood here being an *.”

“Carter, you rely entirely on your strength to power through poses rather than bringing some flexibility to your practice. And you,” she said pointing at Jax, “get so focused on the competition that you pay too much attention to what others around you are doing and not enough to what you’re doing.”

“So, what you’re saying is there was no clear winner,” Beckett sighed.

“I’m saying that maybe instead of trying to kick each other’s legs out from under them when you’re in a balance pose,” she paused to glare at Jax, who looked away and whistled a little tune. “Or shoving each other over like dominos when you think I’m not looking,” she moved her glare to Beckett. “Maybe you should consider working together.”

“So we come up with the inaugural beer together?” Carter ventured, stroking his beard.

Pleased, Gia nodded. “Together you might come up with something better than you would have individually.”

“She’s not only beautiful and strong, she’s also brilliant,” Jax announced.

Beckett shoved him again. “Quit kissing her ass. The contest is over.”

“Your brother is just showing off his impeccable observational skills,” Gia sniffed. “Now, if you gentlemen can peel yourselves off the floor. I’ve got to get home and make sure my kids haven’t burned down the house.”