Free Eat, Play, Lust (Entangled Flirts) by Tawna Fenske Page A

paddleboard to bring for your lesson.”
    She just hadn’t made the connection between that online registration form and the student she’d been admiring in the back of her group yoga class for two months.
    She also hadn’t expected his height and weight to be distributed quite this way. Paul was a big man, no doubt. But while he was a bit thick through the middle, he wore it well. His arms and chest were startlingly muscular, and she could swear he was at least a couple inches taller than the 6’2” he’d marked on the form.
    “I think I was expecting someone else,” she confessed. “A different student from the class.”
    Paul grinned, his green eyes electrified in the hot August sun. “Sorry to disappoint.”
    “I’m not disappointed at all.”
    It was possibly the biggest understatement Cami had ever uttered. She took a shaky breath and grabbed a paddle. “You seem pretty fit already.”
    Paul shrugged. “I keep up on weightlifting fine, and your regular yoga classes have been good, but I need to do more serious cardio. And maybe cut back on the eating just a bit.” He grinned and patted his mid-section. “I’m a sucker for good food. Currasco de Picanha from Brazil, or some French style Coquilles Saint Jacques Villageoise sea scallops in a curry béchamel, or maybe a nice Italian Fagottino Di Vitello Con Scamorza Affumicata when the veal is nice and tender and the scarmorza is perfectly smoked. I have a soft spot for all of it.”
    Cami blinked in surprise, both at the baffling menu and the notion this man had soft spots anywhere. “I have no idea what any of that meant,” she confessed. “Sorry, I’m not much of a foodie. My mom’s sort of opposed to it.”
    “Opposed to what?”
    “Food. Or calories in any form. She puts the nut in health-nut.” Cami frowned. “Or omits it, if the recipe allows. Nuts are very high in fat, you know.”
    “Nuts are full of Omega-3 fatty acids. Very healthy. And I make a hazelnut-crusted halibut that’ll leave your mouth watering.”
    Cami took a deep breath, dismayed to realize she felt lightheaded. She wasn’t sure if it was all this talk about food, or the fact that Paul was hot enough to have her panting. Either way, she couldn’t believe she was standing here talking with him about nuts.
    “Right,” she said, ready to move on with the conversation. “So gourmet food isn’t really my thing.”
    “No? What’s your indulgence of choice?”
    Her cheeks flushed with a dizzying mix of lust and embarrassment. She took a step back and reached for another paddle. “We should probably get started on your lesson, Mr. Hammond.”
    He laughed. “Call me Paul, please. Mr. Hammond makes me feel like I’m old enough to be your father. I’m guessing we’re close to the same age, right?”
    “Well, yes.”
    “Not that I was trying to find out your age.” Paul grimaced, and Cami admired the pleasant crinkles around his eyes. “I know it’s rude to ask an attractive woman her age. Or any woman, regardless of whether she’s attractive. I mean, obviously, a woman’s value isn’t determined by her level of attractiveness.”
    “Right. So—”
    Paul winced. “Not that I’m implying you aren’t attractive. Obviously you’re knock-down, drop-dead, leave ‘em howling gorgeous, and—”
    He stopped, closed his eyes, and shook his head slowly. “Can you pull my foot out of my mouth before you punch me? It hurts less that way.”
    Cami laughed and thrust the paddle into his hands. “Why don’t we just get both feet on the board? Is this your first time with standup paddleboarding?”
    “It is. I haven’t been doing the yoga thing long, either, so mixing the two will be interesting. And by ‘interesting,’ I mean I stand a pretty good chance of drowning.”
    “That’s why I had you sign the waiver. Makes things easier when the paramedics show up to fish your body out of the river.” She smiled and handed him a personal floatation device. “I’m