Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Fuck off,” he mouths back.
I close my eyes and try to follow Chakrii’s breathing pattern and after a while I open one eye to see what Jameson is doing.
He’s staring at me deadpan.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Judging you.”
I get the giggles and close my eyes.
We sit on the rock for a long time, the sun slowly sets over the water and it gets darker.
“Are we done here?” Jameson asks.
“We will never be done here.” Chakrii smiles as if he knows a secret, he continues to breathe deeply in through his nose and out through his mouth.
“Well, I’m done here.” Jameson stands. “My ass is hurting. I’ll see you back at the room.” He storms off, my heart sinks as I watch him disappear over the hill.
Chakrii smiles calmly and takes my hand in his. “It takes time, my child, do not worry about your husband. Concentrate on your own journey.”
He holds my hand in his and we sit on the rock and stare out to sea.
I feel a little deflated, a little pensive, and I’m wondering if I have done the right thing, I really hope this works out.
Two wonderful hours of the best massage I’ve ever had, a hot oil bath and now this.
We are sitting at a private dining table on the beach, candles are on the table and the waiters are serving up our dinner. The sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore are echoing up the mountain.
My god, this place is heaven.
Jameson is quiet but even he can’t deny how amazing today has been.
The last of our food is set out on the table and Jameson eyes it suspiciously. “Where is the meat?” he asks.
“We are vegan.”
Jameson’s face falls. “Vegan?”
“I trust you will enjoy your meal, sir.” The waiter smiles. “Try it, you will be pleasantly surprised. Our chefs are world class.”
“Any chance of a glass of wine?” Jameson asks.
“No, sir.”
“Not even the organic vegan shitty type?”
“No, sir.”
“That’s fine, thank you.” I cut them off.
The waiter leaves us alone and Jameson exhales. “You know, when I met you on the plane and you guessed that I was married to a vegan yoga nut, you failed to mention that you planned on turning into her.” He sits back in his chair. “Was this your strategic plan all along?”
I smile softly and take his hand over the table. “I love you.” I lift his hand and kiss the back of it. “So much.”
He gives me a stifled smile. “You better.”
My heart swells, he doesn’t hate me after all.
“Yoga starts tomorrow,” I reply.
“Oh goody, I can’t wait,” he mutters dryly.
We eat our dinner and just as promised, it’s beautiful. The fresh fruit for dessert is divine.
“I’m so sleepy from my massage,” I say with a stretch. “How do you feel?”
“Slimy.”
“What?” I frown.
“That oil bath is up in my regions; I’ve got slimy ass cheeks, I’m about to slip off this chair.”
I burst out laughing and so does he.
Tomorrow is a new day.
I wake with a start, alone in bed.
The light filtering through the windows tells me it’s early, but where is Jameson?
I climb out of bed and walk out of the bedroom to see him on the front veranda.
I watch him for a moment, wearing his all whites, he walks up and then he walks back. He walks up and then back.
Pacing, like a caged animal.
“Good morning,” I say as I walk out through the door.
“Hi.” His hands are on his hips and he’s completely distracted.
“What’s wrong?”
“They took my things; I don’t have my runners.”
“Oh.” I drop to sit on the steps. “You missed your run?”
He walks up and then he walks back.
“What time do you reckon it is?” he asks.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, it fucking matters. I don’t have time to just hang around here all fucking day and do nothing.”
“There’s lots of fucking in that sentence.”
“Don’t start.”
Jeez.
He walks up and then he walks back, he walks up and then he walks back.
What the hell? Why is he so wound up?
“Good morning,” a voice calls, we look up to see a big burly man in the white uniform. “I’m Jarden, I’m here for your stretch class.” He has a yoga mat under his arm.
Jameson narrows his eyes. “The what?”
“We start our day with breath work and stretching.”
“For the love of god.” Jameson sighs. “Make it stop.”
I roll my lips to hide my smile. “He can go first.” I stand, I have to let them take over, Jameson is obviously having some kind of episode here. I walk back inside and peer through the curtains to secretly watch.
Jarden rolls out the mat onto the sand. “Lie down on your stomach.”
“What do you mean?”
“On your stomach.”
Jameson lies down on his stomach and Jarden begins to rub his back, he puts his hands in his hair and begins to massage his scalp, Jameson swats his hand away. “My scalp doesn’t need stretching, you fool.”