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straddled his lap and stuck her tongue down his throat, he sobered up in a heartbeat.
    He’d kissed plenty of women, both on screen and off, and kissing Mackinzie Donavan was like kissing a three-day-old dead fish.
    He wiped his hand over his face and dreaded the love scenes he’d have to film with her.
    At least he confirmed one thing. He had absolutely no desire to sleep with her.
    Raul came in behind him and locked the door. “You okay, boss?”
    “I will be in the morning.” Even though his stomach was already threatening to empty its contents.
    The bodyguard ducked into the kitchen and returned with a box of coconut water. “Drink some of this before crashing.”
    “Thanks.”
    Clutching the coconut water, he held on to the wall as he made his way down the hallway, taking a detour to one of the sitting rooms when everything started spinning around him. He fell back on the couch and waited for it to stop.
    A half-eaten bag of peanut M&Ms caught his attention. He poured out the contents and confirmed his suspicion.
    All the yellow ones were gone.
    Something must’ve upset Red.
    A feeling of satisfaction formed in the center of his chest. Maybe his night out with Mackinzie had worked to his advantage.
    He crawled into bed, feeling much better than he had when he’d first come home.
    ***
    The alarm clock read 5:25 a.m. when the buzzing started. Gideon slapped the snooze button, but it did little to ease the pounding in his head.
    Sarah must’ve snuck into his room last night and set the alarm, because there was no way he would’ve done it. He was beginning to doze off when he remembered why she was waking him up more than half an hour early.
    He’d agreed to join her for yoga.
    He fell out of bed, still dressed in his clothes from the night before. The stench of smoke and booze clung to the jacket she’d made for him, and he prayed the dry cleaners would be able to get it out.
    Once he turned on the bedside lamp, he found a set of workout clothes had already been laid out on the dresser for him. A quick peek in the closet revealed that Sarah had unpacked his suitcase and hung up his clothes.
    Damn, I need to pay her more .
    But first, he needed to clear his head. He grabbed the half-empty box of coconut water from the night before and made his way to the main part of the villa.
    Jason pointed outside. “She’s by the pool,” he offered without even looking up from his computer screen.
    Sarah was sitting on her mat with her legs crossed and her hands palm-side up on her thighs. Her eyes were closed, and she drew in slow, easy breaths through her nose. She always started her morning session in the meditative state, and he took care not to disturb her as he sat down on the mat next to her and followed her lead.
    With every breath, the tension flowed out of his muscles, out of his mind, out of his soul. When he reached the calm and relaxed state, he heard her instruct him to move his arms up and down in time with his breaths. After a minute, she added in some twists at the waist before rising to her feet.
    He’d done sun salutations to greet the day enough times with her to know her routine. He started with his hands pressed together at the center of his chest and exhaled. With the next breath, he moved his arms above his head and let his shoulders fall. The movements flowed together with ease and grace, each one testing his strength and stamina while stretching out his sore muscles. The forward fold flowed into the lunge, then the plank, then the cobra, before coming back up into the downward dog, the lunge and back up to the original salutation pose.
    The next sequence added in a few warrior poses, triangle poses, and crescent lunges. By the time they finished, his muscles twitched, and sweat rolled down his body. Anyone who said yoga was for sissies had never been through one of Sarah’s workouts.
    Yet despite the fatigue that laced his body, she appeared calm and serene. As she led him through the final