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should have forgotten it by now. It was just a moment. However, a few times, when she was at the studio, she’d look up, wondering if it might be him coming through the door. Aggravating. She hated that little glimmer of hope that he might show up while she was here in the mornings, or that he might watch from his deck, like he had before. But he hadn’t.
    “Oh, what do I care?” she muttered to herself, pushing into plank pose and then to Upward Dog, forcing herself to focus.
    After all, she’d gotten what she wanted too. Leo had been fantastic in bed, and it had been good for her. A quick bout of hot sex had been exactly what she needed, no commitment, no strings.
    Though it was a first for her, actually While she’d had casual lovers, she’d never let a guy she barely knew bang her and then walk away. She was generally friends, at least, with the men she went to bed with. But Leo hadn’t been the one to walk, she reminded herself as she lingered in Cobra Pose and then back to Downward Dog.
    He’d wanted cookies. Wanted more. Asked her to dinner. She’d panicked, her escape not as neat as she’d hoped.
    He’d quit his job. Maybe he would be living here. What if she did see him again, at the store or on the beach? The hopeful demons in her mind teased her with relentless speculation.
    No. He’d done something rash. Quitting his job and almost drowning on the beach only proved how unstable he was at the moment. Not to mention all that junk he’d collected around the beach house. Right now, at best, he was…confused. When his memory did come back, he’d be out of here like a shot.
    “Ahhhggghh!” she growled loudly, needing to shake thoughts of Leo from her mind.
    It happened, it was a moment, and it was over.
    Move. On.
    Students began to arrive for the morning class, and that redirected her attention. As they shared morning greetings and a brief moment of meditation, they all settled into their routine, Jasmine included.
    She was lifting up after a long, sensuous stretch in Downward Dog when she saw him. At the back of the group, he was there, following along as best he could. Transitioning into Virabhadrasana I , Warrior One, she nearly tilted over, losing her balance, as their eyes met.
    How embarrassing.
    Leo watched her intently, but there was nothing in his gaze except for concentration—he mimicked her moves but was over-exaggerated in his efforts. If he kept bending so strenuously, overextending his joints, he’d hurt himself again.
    “Spend four or five cycles of breath in Warrior One, then transition to Warrior Two, and from there, into Triangle on the right, breathing at least four to five cycles each time,” she instructed the class, all of whom were experienced enough at this point to follow those directions in sync with each other.
    Jasmine took a deep breath and walked back to Leo.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked under her breath, reaching out to correcting his posture so that it wasn’t as strenuous.
    “The little bit of yoga you showed me has been helping. I’ve been trying it on my own, using the internet, and trying to follow your class from the front room, but I can’t see everything as well. The bookcase is kind of in the way. So I thought I’d come down to join in,” he said, sounding perfectly reasonable.
    “I told you I needed to talk to your physical therapist before you did any of this. You’ll hurt yourself if you push too far too fast.”
    “I can figure it out. I’d rather leave the therapist out of it. She’s back in the city, anyway.”
    Jasmine sighed. “Fine. Whatever you see us do, do it more moderately, at about fifty percent or less and stay away from twists completely for the moment, unless you have a partner.” Talking about practice helped her calm down, her heart stopping its rapid stutter.
    “Do you want to be my partner?” His voice was innocent as could be, but there was mischief in his eyes.
    Biting her tongue, she returned to the front