His By Christmas. Teresa Southwick
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“That’s because you don’t have family there,” he said drily.
“I wish I did. My parents, brothers and sister all live in Texas. They were not happy when I broke the news about the company headquarters moving.”
“Would it help if I apologized to them and did a PowerPoint presentation to lay out my reasons for relocating?”
“So it wasn’t about being closer to your brothers and sister?”
“My parents are still in Dallas, too. So it wasn’t an easy decision.” Absently he kneaded his left knee, as if the muscles hurt. “There’s still a large dependence on fossil fuels, but renewable energy is the future. It’s my gut feeling that overseeing it from Blackwater Lake is the best way to go.”
She wouldn’t be with Hart Energy much longer and his commitment to its future made her a little sad about that. But that was his dream and she had one of her own.
“I can’t eat another bite.” She set her not quite empty plate on the table beside his. “And it’s time for me to get to work.”
“I left a list of what I need on your desk.” His mouth twitched, the only sign that he was thinking about their disagreement.
She stood and nodded. “I’ll get right on it.”
Moving away from the power of her boss’s aura was a relief, and Justine buried herself in the familiarity of work. Reports, spreadsheets, phone calls and research meant she didn’t have to think about the way a smile transformed his face, or how his teasing made her laugh. In the last few years laughter had been a stranger in her world. Changing that started with being her own boss, not bonding with her current one.
Four hours later, Justine was paying a price for burying herself in work. Her whole body was stiff and every muscle ached. Last night’s mutiny hadn’t been only about principle. Working long hours taxed her physically, and her leg needed regular stretching out to keep it from painful cramping.
She straightened in her chair and carefully stood, but couldn’t suppress a wince of discomfort.
“Are you in pain?” Cal’s voice was sharp, but that didn’t hide a note of concern.
She’d thought he was engrossed in work and it surprised her that he’d noticed. That didn’t mean she was comfortable with the fact that he had.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“Don’t do that.” He looked and sounded even more annoyed, if possible. “You don’t have to be superwoman.”
To atone for pushing back against a fourteen-hour day. He didn’t say the words, but they still hovered in the air.
“I’m not pretending to be anything. I really am fine. It’s just that if I sit for long periods of time, my leg gets stiff and a little uncomfortable.”
“I assumed you were kidding about competing work output.”
“Yeah, but I also said I work hard while on the clock,” she said.
“I appreciate the effort, but you should have said something.” Now he sounded ticked off at himself.
“I just did. A fifteen-minute break to stretch it out will do the trick. In physical therapy after the accident, I learned techniques to take care of it. I’ll be back shortly—more alert and productive than ever. And most important, it’s relaxing. I’m used to this happening and know exactly what to do.” She half turned, intending to disappear into her room to do what she needed to in order to loosen up the muscles.
“Don’t leave on my account,” he said. “In fact, I might need some of those techniques myself after this cast comes off.”
Justine knew better than most that he had a point about life after his broken bone healed. Learning yoga during her physical rehabilitation literally got her back on her feet. The experience came really close to saving her life and the lesson was so profound, it changed her life. Or rather, her career goals. The dream to open her own yoga studio was conceived through her intense need to pay it forward and help others the way she’d been helped. How could she say no to this injured man?
“Okay,” she finally said. “Just remember you asked for it.”
She moved to a large area not far from the open French doors leading to the patio. She breathed deeply of the humid, tropical air, then released it. Turning, she saw that Cal was watching her closely, and her heart jumped. It was prudent to pretend that hadn’t happened.
She kicked off her shoes and stood barefoot, facing him. “Normally for a session I wear stretchy yoga pants, so I’ll have to wing it in this outfit.”
“Do you want to change?”
“I only have a fifteen-minute break,” she said to the man who’d gone to battle for more work hours. “It won’t be a problem.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to show you the tree pose.”
“A tree doesn’t immediately make one think of stretching,” he mused. “Sounds a little like an oxymoron to me.”
“Movements don’t have to be sweeping and dramatic to make a big difference,” she pointed out. “Just stand straight, shifting your weight to your legs and feet. Then bring your right foot up to your left inner thigh. In the beginning it can be challenging to find balance so it’s all right to place your foot on the calf instead.”
“And then?”
“Hold the pose and breathe.”
“And this does what, exactly?”
“Strengthens your legs and back. Standing straight improves posture and works out the kinks from sitting at a desk for long periods of time.”
“That sounded remarkably like a dig. Is it supposed to make me feel guilty?”
“Not unless it’s working.” She switched legs and grinned at him.
“Does that tree pose also turn a person sassy and sarcastic?”
“Just a happy side effect,” she said serenely.
“Hmm. And you were preaching it as a relaxation technique.”
“Indulging sass and sarcasm can be very relaxing.” She finished the pose and had both feet on the floor. “Next we have the triangle pose.”
“Sounds intriguing.”
She ignored that and continued her running commentary. “This opens your chest and improves balance. Widen your stance and turn your right foot to the side, keeping your heel in line with the center of the left foot. Reach one arm out to the side, bend and touch the other to your extended foot. Again, hold and breathe. Repeat on the other side.”
“And