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He slid off his stool and grabbed the bag stuffed with his yoga gear Maybe after an intensive session he’d feel better

He sed a sigh and led the way across the stately cah to s even the biggest ego And at Harrison? That was saying so

They bypassed all that and headed to the Frankenstein lis But tucked in the farthest corner was his favorite house An old Victorian purposed into a student cafe, club space, and—his home away froa sessions

Isaiah turned the key and shouldered open the stiff door to one of the private practice rooms It led to a clean space ooden floors, two slanted ceilings, and pokey s He cracked one open, and rich notes of coffee wafted in on a breeze “Ready for the pain?”

“Which one?” Jack snickered “The pain you’ll inflict onunder that frown?”

Isaiah shot out a laugh “Touché You have thirty seconds to change, grab a mat, and assume the lotus”

Jack kicked off his shoes and rounded one of the partitions, snorting “Who’da thought the cute yoga guy would turn into a eant before every workout”

“You want easy, watch Netflix”

“Isaiah always co of snide”

“The fuck I do, assmunch”

Jack raised a pointed brow, and Isaiah grumbled under his breath

It was true

He’d end up a bitchy old bachelor for sure

Jack stretched and groaned “Still sore froa would be so hard I swear I sweat more here than on the field”

Isaiah set out his ed into sweats Twentywith frustration, he pushed the and coordinated; he handled it well Mostly

“Why do I let you torture roaned

“Because I’uy”

“Don’t even suggest that around Ed, or I won’t be alloithin a hundred yards of you”

“LetJackson Murphy thinks I’m hot”

“You can say I think you’re hot—you are—you just can’t say it’s the reason I hired you to be my trainer” Jack winced as he took in the position Isaiah was flexing into “He thinks you’re cute, too”