“Impressive.” I couldn’t resist commenting. I leaned against the doorframe and pushed a hand into the pocket of my sweatpants. “But you know the point of yoga is to relax, right?” Sloane’s eyes popped open again. Her head swiveled so she could glare at me. “How long have you been standing there?” she demanded. Ah, there’s that comforting irritation. Let’s see if we can notch it higher, shall we?
