Chapter Twenty-One
Gemma
I walked around the studio, putting away the yoga mats for students who’d borrowed them for class after wiping them down thoroughly with a disinfectant. The bathroom door opened, and Daphne stepped out, smiling over at me. “Thank you. That class was great tonight. I’m on my feet so much with cooking that my lower back gets really tight,” she said, rubbing her palm over the area.
“I’m glad it helps.”
“Would you like to grab some coffee and lunch with me?” she asked.
After a quick glance at the clock, I looked back at her and nodded. “Sure. I don’t have another class for a few hours.”
Daphne’s green eyes twinkled with her smile. “Perfect. Let’s go to Misty Mountain. I need to check in with Cammi about the new system we’ve set up for deliveries.”
We walked out
