“I don’t see why I have to fucking do this,” Darius cursed, hands on hips and a petulant scowl on his face.

“You’re doing it because I said so,” Mia replied, her stance matching Darius’. “And because you owe me.”

“My fitness regime doesn’t need a makeover,” he continued to grouse. “I work out every day. I have strength and conditioning coaches weight training coaches and health and nutrition experts. I don’t He said the last with a distasteful sneer, eyeing the yoga instructor who sat on her mat at the head of the room with and serene smile on her face and then casting a quick glance over his...