CHAPTER SEVEN
EASTON
DAY 5
An hour before the sun rises, I’m awake and ready to hit the waves. George greets me as he takes his morning jog on the wheel. I go over to his cage and say hello, then stretch with a yawn. I warned Tatum that we’d be up bright and early, but she didn’t blink twice when I told her the time.
I’m ready to teach her everything I know and hope she loves my hobby. Yesterday, though it was hard for me to admit, I realized how damn hard yoga really is. Sure, I had my opinions, but it’s different when you try to do it. Tatum made it look easy as hell.
I go to her door and knock. To my surprise, it swings open, and she’s dressed in the rash guard and swimsuit bottoms.
“It fits perfectly,” I say, my eyes scanning over her beautiful body.
She grins. “It really does.
