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against the doorway so casually but if he leaned towards her a fraction, it would be much more intimate. Sadly, she could see the answer in his eyes already. She knew every silvery speck in them.
    ‘Can’t sorry. We’ve been invited to Minka’s dad’s new girlfriend’s gallery opening…some sort of abstract art.’
    ‘Painting with fingers?’ Jaz suggested.
    Taylor laughed and nudged her shoulder. ‘I’ll text you a picture of it and you can see for yourself. You might be able to pick a finger painting better than I can.’ He squeezed her affectionately before pulling away. ‘Catch ya later, Jazzy.’
    ‘Yeah, bye, Tay.’ Jaz walked into her change room. She changed into her black trackies and hoodie before putting on her music. She decided a bit of Linkin Park was called for to vent some frustration and started her pavement-pounding run to the gym.
    Jaz was still trying to de-Taylor-ise, so when she got to the gym it took her a few minutes to see a new body at the speedball. She’d stopped mid stride and gaped at the rippled back which gleamed with sweat.
    Ryan in his shirt was impressive. Ryan without a shirt was bloody amazing. With a dry mouth, Jaz went to Pax’s office, sat behind the two-way mirror and found her gaze returning to Ryan’s body. Now that was a specimen of a man. Yeah, Taylor was good-looking and his body was lean but Ryan had those extra years of filling out, real muscles and strength. She could see long scars on his back. Some in the shape of a circle. Intriguing.
    After a drink of water, she decided to do her yoga, which she did as often as she could. Jaz headed to her usual corner of the gym where her yoga mat sat waiting. She placed her feet at the end of the mat and started her Ujjayi breathing before moving through the positions. A calmness settled through her as she enjoyed the stretches.
    It was a while later that she realised Ryan was on a mat not far from her. He looked like he’d been doing stomach crunches, lying on his back with his knees bent and his hands behind his head. But after a while she didn’t detect any movement. She glanced his way and met his eyes and he smiled. The bugger was just lying there watching her, and he had the nerve to smile! She tried to ignore him as she finished, thinking of her breathing and relaxing her muscles.
    ‘You alright?’ she asked getting up and sending him a look, which she hoped said ‘don’t mess with me’.
    But Ryan just laughed at her discomfort. ‘What was that you were doing…all that bendy twisty stuff?’ His voice held amazement.
    Now she couldn’t help but smile, her irritation gone. ‘You’ve never seen yoga before?’ Jaz asked, sitting down opposite him as he sat up. His naked chest glistened golden with a thin film of sweat. She continued her assessment of his body until she met his gaze. He’d caught her out and she felt a blush creep up her neck.
    ‘My mum did yoga when I was a kid but I don’t remember it being anything like that,’ he said with a smile.
    ‘This is called Ashtanga yoga. We had a teacher here at the gym who’s since moved but I’ve kept doing it. I find it very rewarding.’ And helps to control my moods, she thought.
    ‘How so?’
    Jaz flicked her hair over her shoulder. ‘Well, yoga is the controlling of the mind in a way, and we do a breathing and movement system which is called Vinyasa . For each movement there is one breath. It helps with internal cleansing. It heats the blood, cleaning and thinning it so that it may circulate more freely. Improved blood circulation relieves joint pain and removes toxins and disease from the internal organs. The sweat generated from the heat of Vinyasa then carries the impurities out of the body.’
    ‘Yeah, I’ve heard that sweating is good. At work, we have an infrared sauna, which helps us recover from muscle injuries quicker.’
    ‘What, being a bouncer?’ She thought it must be pretty physical to need a sauna.
    ‘Um, well I do other