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    Circle in the Sand
    Circle in the Sand
    Circle in the Sand
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    Circle in the Sand

    By Tracy Krimmer

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    Follow the rules. Be reliable. Don't wear your heart on your sleeve.

    Living by these words didn't put librarian Isla Hunter any closer to the life she imagined at thirty. With her birthday in only a few days, she can't wait to sail away on a week in the sun with her friends Asher and Charlotte. It may be just what she needs.

    When an attractive woman takes a liking to Asher, Isla's heart feels threatened in an unfamiliar way. She's used to Asher flipping through women like a playbook without a second thought, but this time it's different. As she tries to sort out her emotions, she struggles with Asher's connection with this woman. Is it time for Isla to finally break the rules or will that only lead her into hot water?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTracy Krimmer
    Release dateJun 22, 2019
    ISBN9781393191940
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      Circle in the Sand - Tracy Krimmer

      1

      Cruise Ship

      Besides my Shavasana, the only thing my body required to make it through any day was a large iced coffee with extra ice and six pumps of caramel. The extra calories more than likely made my hot yoga class counterproductive, but I preferred to tell myself they balanced each other out. Maintenance. Sure, I sweat my ass off for an hour a day, a puddle of my hard work all over my mat, and for what? An iced coffee?

      I swooshed the straw around in the plastic cup, sliding it against the opening and letting out a loud squeaking sound.

      Mmm. So worth it.

      Isla, come on! Do you have to do that with your straw? It’s the worst sound in the world. Well, that and when Inga tells us to hold eagle pose for five more seconds. She counts like she’s a damn sloth.

      My best friend, Charlotte, set her mocha on the saucer, a small amount spilling over the side. She never ordered hers in a to-go cup, always an oversized mug as if we were on the set of Friends. This coffee shop was a tad reminiscent of Central Perk with its oversized couches and chairs. We chose it because of its convenient location next to the yoga studio.

      Sorry. It’s not like I did it on purpose. I didn’t care for the sound either, but I didn’t feel the need to make a big deal out of it like she did. I swept my hair out of my face and took another drink. Even though I loved my new haircut, I hated that sometimes the angled side fell over my face and into my eyes. It was too short now to pull back into a ponytail. At least I didn’t have any grays. Yet.

      I can’t believe that class. Charlotte yanked the band out of her ponytail, her light brown hair dropping well below her shoulders. She readjusted her hair, pulling it tight to ensure no ends fell out. She stood, tucking her toned left leg behind her, touching her butt, and repeated with the other leg before sitting down again. How long did she have us hold that chair pose? My quads are going to be killing me tomorrow. My legs are already Jell-O.

      Oh, Utkatasana is the worst. I pressed my palms into my thighs, knowing I’d feel it too. Even with three years of consistent yoga classes, the pose still challenged me. I loved pushing myself, but my legs often hated me the next day. No results without pain, right? I certainly knew the answer to that.

      Why do you always insist on using the official pose name? You’re not the instructor, you know.

      I know. I sipped my iced coffee, careful not to squeak the straw and risk being scolded by Charlotte again. Maybe someday, though. I want to familiarize myself with the names. I’d love to teach part-time in the future. Maybe if Inga ever offers a training program I’ll take her up on it.

      Inga classified herself as one of the best hot yoga instructors this side of Milwaukee, and she deserved the title. As an instructor for over fifteen years, she understood how to teach beginners to advanced students and not make anyone feel incompetent. I admired that.

      I forgot to check the cruise line for yoga classes. I want to take it with a group if I can. I tried not to miss any days without practicing.

      Charlotte and I planned this cruise along with our friend Asher months ago. We all deserved a vacation, and after hearing about Oceanic cruises from a coworker, I suggested it to my friends. They jumped at the chance, and finally, departure was upon us.

      Oh, yeah. About that—Charlotte pressed her lips together and averted her eyes from mine—it turns out I can’t go.

      You can’t go? My stomach dropped, and I let out an awkward laugh. What do you mean you can’t go? We’ve been planning this for months. This had to be some sort of joke. What kind of a person canceled a trip this long in the making, not to mention only a few days before they left?

      Please don’t be mad.

      I wanted to take my straw and force it up and down the hole in the cup just to annoy her. How can you expect me not to be mad? We’re going to celebrate my birthday. When did you decide not to go?

      Charlotte crossed her legs back and forth and readjusted herself on the couch. "I didn’t decide not to go. I can’t go."

      It better be something really important. And it better not be because of a man. She’d done it before. Charlotte loved to get laid, and she took almost any opportunity to do so. I didn’t judge her—she had every right to do what she wanted to do—but if it meant canceling plans with me, then I had something to say about it.

      It kind of is.

      I practiced my yogi breathing as the temperature in my body rose. My eyes closed, I took a deep inhalation, and I exhaled loudly. I set out to say a few words and hoped she’d forgive me for what I was about to say.

      Isla, before you get in a tizzy, let me explain. Wayne is coming home.

      I opened my eyes at Wayne’s name, and everything I planned to say left my mind. What? He is?

      Yes. The day after tomorrow.

      Wayne was Charlotte’s brother, and he served in the army. He’d been deployed for the past two years. The two were very close, only eighteen months difference between them, Charlotte being the older one. Everyone often joked that the two were twins because of their similarities.

      She missed her brother terribly, and him coming home was a big deal. I couldn’t be upset.

      Charlotte, why didn’t you tell me? You should have called me the second you found out! I leaned over and gave her a hug.

      I don’t know. She shook her head, and I could tell she held back tears. "Mom, Dad, and I were so excited, and it slipped my mind. Then I kept thinking I had told you, until you just mentioned the cruise."

      Can you get your money back?

      No. It’s too late. That’s okay, though. Asher is still going.

      Asher. The three of us went to college together—Asher, Charlotte, and me. We were like The Three Stooges, always goofing off. We’d managed to avoid getting into any trouble, which really surprised me. If that were high school, we’d have been in detention all the time. Asher actually attended high school with me, but we didn’t really know each other at the time, only having a few run-ins.

      "Just me and him, then? I don’t know if we’ve ever spent time alone together. Will that be weird? I don’t want to listen to him go on and on about his latest girlfriend. What’s her name? Susie? Stacy? Shannon? It starts with an S, that much I know."

      Asher never seemed to be without a girlfriend. It didn’t surprise me. With his hazel eyes and dark hair, he caught the attention of a lot of women. I thought he was cute, but we were only friends.

      Charlotte shifted in her seat. You’ll be fine. Besides, aren’t there singles events going on? Asher can be your wingman. You need this. It’s been almost a year since you and Tim broke up.

      You mean since he dumped me?

      Charlotte sighed. Do you really need to put it that way?

      I leaned back against my chair and crossed my arms. That’s pretty much the truth, though, isn’t it?

      I remembered the day like it’d happened only yesterday. I’d just returned home from my shift at the library, which I usually loved after five years of working there. Once a year the local school brought the kindergartners in to learn about the library and everything it had to offer. By the end of the day, my head pounded, and that day was no different. I’d wanted to open some wine, soak in a relaxing bubble bath, and enjoy the silence.

      When I opened the door to the apartment I shared with Tim, he was on the couch with his bags beside him. His head was buried in his hands, and when he looked up at me, his red hair was a tangled mess, and he stared right through me.

      Hey, honey, I had said with an extended tone. What’s going on? Do you have a business trip you forgot to tell me about?

      Traveling for his job wasn’t uncalled for. As an account representative for a dental supply company, he often took short trips for a few days at a time. But this was more luggage than was needed for a few days.

      In a way. He stood from the couch and folded his hands behind his back. Isla, I’ve been doing some thinking.

      The word thinking in that context didn’t sound good. I swallowed, a lump catching in my throat. His freckled face that usually brightened when I entered the room dimmed. As my legs shook at the prospect of what words may leave his mouth, I took hold of the table next to me.

      About what? I couldn’t speculate. I didn’t want to. I wouldn’t believe a thing my mind told me until he said it.

      You want to get married. That’s just not in my life plan. After my parents’ divorce, I swore I’d never sign that piece of paper. It’s not fair to you if I stay with you when we don’t have the same relationship goals.

      His words echoed in my mind. Was he breaking up with me? What? Where is this coming from? You’ve known from the beginning of our relationship that I eventually wanted to get married. I’d never been shy about it. I loved weddings, romantic comedies, and being committed to another person. I thought he knew that.

      Not really, Isla.

      How can you say that?

      "I think we may have joked

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