Hallie gasped. “The one where they dance all the different kinds of dance? That looks like fun. The only cardio class they have right now is taught by Maxine Renaud, and she doesn’t understand that we’ve moved on from the Olivia Newton-John and Jane Fonda age of aerobics. I was the youngest person there by forty years.”

Sylvie had been working with her parks and recreation team to update the parish’s offerings. Until two years ago they hadn’t even offered kids’ programs beyond sports, and all the arts and crafts had been based on whatever the teacher at the time was trying to sell at the local fairs. She’d realized the parish might have been violating child labor laws. Those poor kiddos had made a whole lot of dreamcatchers and Christmas ornaments.

Of course, now she had to deal with the fact that her mother and Delphine wanted to teach fortune telling for youngsters. As her momma had put it, they had the most future to worry about, so kids should start the mystical arts early.

Yeah, that was going to be a fun town hall meeting.

All around her, the ladies of the Wednesday morning yoga class in Harte Park began to roll up their mats and get ready to move on with their days. She’d come to love this class. It had become a touchstone in the middle of the week when she could see her friends and clear her mind.

Except today she couldn’t seem to do that. Today her mind was stuck on one thing and one thing only.

She needed to focus on the meetings she had today, but all she seemed to be able to think about was the look in Rene’s eyes when she’d closed the door between them the night before.

It had been a week since they’d made their deal that he could kiss her good night and they would see where it went. She’d thought of it as a good-sense plan. Rene had taken it as a challenge.