Chapter 18. Yoga Tutor

KEIRA'S POV

My yoga session the next day was scheduled at the beach ten kilometres away from the city. I had been driving for hours and I felt exhaustion wash through me. I regretted not getting a cab like Natasha had suggested. How did her opinion always end up right?

The beach house soon came into view and I heaved a sigh of relief. I had already started thinking about how I would tear down my hair if I did not arrive in another hour. And as I picked out my mat and duffel bag, I looked forward to the session- it should help with the exhaustion I felt.

After flashing my membership card at the reception, I was directed to a secluded part of the beachfront where my instructor and the other members had already begun stretching.

Oh great! Not only did I drive two exhausting hours, I was also late. I hoped the instructor would not notice me as I sneaked in and dropped my bag and spread my mat. His back was turned to us so that was a plus.

Some members scowl