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face fell. “Well you had offered to give
me private lessons. But if you’ve changed your mind…”
    “No!” Her eyes widened and he immediately
softened his tone. “No, no, of course I haven’t. I’ve just been…
preoccupied.” Jesus. He could barely talk straight around her! “I
would love to give you private lessons.”
    She gave him a relieved smile. “Oh, good.
How much do you charge?”
    “Oh the first lesson is a freebie so you can
decide whether or not it’s something you want to do,” he said,
waving his hand. “If you want to continue then I just charge a flat
monthly fee. But we don’t need to get into all that now. We’ll just
set a time for the first lesson and go from there.”
    “That sounds fine.” Shelby paused a moment.
“Would… six o’clock tomorrow night work for you?”
    “That should be fine. I don’t have any group
lessons scheduled for that time so I’ll be able to give you my full
attention.”
    She blushed lightly. “I will see you
then.”
    “It’s a date.”
     
    ****
     
    It’s a date.
    Those words continued to run through her
mind as Shelby agonized over what to wear to her first lesson. She
knew it was stupid since she was hardly expected to dress nice when
by the end of the lesson she’d be sweaty and exhausted, but she
couldn’t help it. Jace was a hunky guy and she was… well… an
inferior model.
    She looked at herself in the mirror and
checked out the black leggings and purple tank top she’d chosen and
sighed. They fit her like a second skin and made it clear she had
love handles, but they didn’t look as awful as the baggy sweatpants
she’d nearly convinced herself into wearing earlier. If she knew
anything, it was that trying to hide your body with overly large
clothes made you look even worse than if you just wore clothes that
fit you.
    “It’s not really a date,” she
muttered, wondering if she should scrape off the makeup she’d
applied earlier in the day. She didn’t want to look like she was
trying too hard. But a glance at the clock told her she didn’t have
the time—she was going to be late if she didn’t leave now.
    Pulling her glossy black curls into a high
ponytail, she grabbed her keys and purse, locked up, then drove her
Jetta to the dojo. She’d left Dawson with the next door neighbor,
who had a son his age. Kyle and Dawson loved playing with each
other and Emily, his mom, had told her it was alright for him to
stay a few hours. So, she was covered.
    When she arrived at the dojo Jake was
waiting for her just inside the door, dressed in his gi with
that crooked smile on his face that made her heart skip a beat. His
eyes traveled down the length of her body and she fought not to
blush, feeling very self-conscious about the skintight, yoga-like
attire, but the derision she’d expected never entered his
expression. In fact, if she didn’t know better she’d have said his
deep brown eyes lit with admiration.
    “I’m really glad you came,” he told her.
    “Thanks. I appreciate you taking the
time.”
    “Not a problem. Let’s get started.”
    He led her over to the wooden gate that
separated the training floor from the observation area. “This is
called a torii,” he told her. “Basically it’s a gate, an entrance.
When you step beyond the torii, you leave any concerns, fears,
problems about the outside world behind you. Out on the floor the
only thing we focus on is the improvement of ourselves. When we
enter the training floor, we always make sure to bow in, facing the
floor.” He demonstrated for her, then stepped through the gate.
“Now you try it.”
    She did as he asked, feeling only slightly
foolish.
    “When we’re on the floor, you may refer to
me as sensei, sir, or Mr. Wilson,” he told her. “We make sure
always to show respect to each other. You might’ve noticed that all
of my students refer to each other by last name. I’ll be referring
to you as Ms. Janson. Any questions?”
    “No.” When he arched a