“I promised to work under eighty hours last week and didn’t quite make it.” Hudson quirked one side of his mouth. “I don’t think I’ve managed to work any less since I came up with the idea for Break Up. It’s important to me.” His eyes held hers, and an expression flitted across his face, gone before Annika could analyze it.

He was a workaholic. Of course he was. “Working eighty hours a week pulverizing hearts is important to you. Nice. Do you have to down a bottle of NyQuil every night to get to sleep?”

“I have absolutely no problems getting to sleep. I’m doing the world a service, though you may not see it that way.” Annika barked a laugh at this atrocious claim, but he continued anyway, ignoring her. “I didn’t move into the building knowing you were there. Maybe … we just have similar taste.”

Annika felt the frisson of memory between them. There were certain details from Vegas that were still sharp in her mind, like the fact that Hudson was a very, very good kisser. With exceptionally skillful hands. Annika swallowed and scooted a millimeter away from him. “I don’t think so,” she said. “We have absolutely nothing in common. Nothing.”

Hudson opened his mouth to respond, but Seetha spoke from the front of the room, interrupting him. With a vaguely frustrated expression, he turned to face her. Good. Annika hoped he’d stay quiet for the rest of the hour.

It was a great workout. Annika was able to push Hudson’s presence out of her head about 75 percent of the time, even though he was right next to her, his long arms and legs twisting and flexing in her peripheral vision. He was actually pretty good for someone who was doing this on a whim. And for someone with those giant tree-trunk thighs. Of course he’s good at yoga, Annika thought, cutting him a withering glare when he wasn’t looking. Hudson Craft was one of those annoying people who were naturally good at everything.

She blew out a breath and tried to refocus. Hudson was immaterial. Right now, only yoga mattered.

“And now, as you move out of vajrasana, I’d like to introduce you all to something new.” Seetha’s voice washed over them as she walked between rows of people. “Please take this moment to partner up with the person next to you.”

Seetha walked up to Annika and Hudson. “You two can work together for this, right?”

“Uh—him?” Annika whispered, trying and failing to think of an excuse to wriggle out of it.

Seetha’s dark eyes twinkled, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. “He’s new, Annika, and you’re such a seasoned yogi. You’ll be generous with your skills, won’t you?”