“Come on, Maddie . . . Ditch your class tonight. Grab a drink with me.” I look up from the floor, stretched out on my mat at the MMA gym where I teach yoga three nights a week, and smile at Hudson Kingston. The reigning world light heavyweight champion is the biggest flirt I’ve ever met, and he knows it. For the past two years, he’s asked me out at least once a week. Of course, that number varies, depending on how many times he finds me stretched out on a mat. Let’s just say I’ve heard a lot of bad Downward Dog jokes since I started teaching here. And since our mutual friends got married and
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