I take a few deep breaths to prepare myself after I slide my helmet off and fasten it to my bike, then put on my best nonchalant smile and stride right through the front door. Hannah’s already on her mat in the middle of what is probably the wildest yoga pose I’ve ever seen.

She has her back to me, but she’s standing on her head and hands with her legs extended in a perfectly straight line above her. A grin splits my face—and all my resolve drains right out of me at the sight of her like this, her muscles flexed and engaged, her body demonstrating a strength and control that’s mesmerizing.

“I knew you were flexible, but this is something else,” I say, speaking quietly so that I won’t startle her.

Her gaze shoots to mine in the mirrors that line the wall in front of her, and she smiles, but it looks like a frown since she’s upside down. She lowers her knees down to her elbows for balance, then shifts her feet back to the ground and rights herself, flipping her beautiful dark ponytail out of her face.

“It’s a headstand. It’s advanced, but I can teach you if you want.”

“I might be a hockey player, but I’m in no hurry to break my nose, so I’m gonna pass,” I tell her, and she laughs and shrugs.

“Suit yourself. But for a hotshot like you, it’s bound to happen sooner or later. Assuming you’re telling the truth about it never being broken,” she says and steps closer to take my nose in her fingers, inspecting it.

My pulse quickens at her unexpected touch, innocent as it is, and my eyes instantly snap to hers. With her hand on my nose like this, I know she can feel how hard I’m breathing, but that’s good. I want her to know what she does to me.

“Looks like your nose is straight,” she says, her voice sounding a little strained as she lets go of me. But then her expression changes, like a switch has flipped in her brain and she’s back to business. “Ready to get started?”

I shrug. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Love the enthusiasm,” she says with a smirk. “Do you remember the poses from last time?”

“I think so?”

“Alright, then let’s see what you’ve got,” she says and waves a hand above one of the mats, inviting me to prove it. The poses weren’t that complicated, so I do my best to recreate them from memory, and when I’m finished, she nods at me. “Not bad. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks.”