“No, I’m back full time.”

Lily smiled politely. “Great. Well, if you’ll excuse me?”

She went out and A.J. went back to her office to practice deep breathing exercises.

The morning routine began.

Not long after A.J. finished her tea and e-mail, Emma Rice tapped on the door of A.J.’s office.

A.J. looked up smiling. “What’s up?’

Emma came in and shut the door. At her serious expression, A.J. said, “Please tell me you’re not thinking of quitting.”

“Now there’s a coincidence. That’s exactly what I was going to ask you.”

A.J. examined the older woman’s lined face. “What do you mean?”

Emma said forthrightly, “The rumor is you’re planning on selling Sacred Balance and moving back to New York. Is there any truth to it?”

“No. Absolutely not. Who started that rumor?”

Emma shook her head.

“Well, it’s not true,” A.J. said again, firmly.

After a moment, Emma said, “Your word is good enough for me, honey. But you might want to reassure some of these other folks before they start looking for jobs.”

A.J. was startled. “Is it that bad?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

A.J. taught her morning class without incident; she was careful not to push herself too far. She was surprised at how happy she was to be teaching, how much she had missed it over the past week. Give up the studio and move back to New York? No way.

After her Yoga for Kids course, she went down to Lily’s office to try again to meet with her, but Lily was locking her door, clearly on her way out.

“Sorry. Early lunch meeting,” she said in answer to A.J.’s visible surprise.

“All right. Can we talk after lunch then?”

“I’m always available.” Lily said it with absolute sincerity, so apparently she believed it. And it was true that Lily had never ducked confrontation before. But something was most definitely up. A.J. trusted her instincts on that.

A.J. went back to her office, glanced over the monthly reports, and decided she, too, could do with an early lunch. She asked Suze if she wanted to grab a quick bite between sessions, and they drove into town, bought sandwiches and drinks at a café, and took their lunch to the park to eat by the duck pond.

Preoccupied with her thoughts of Lily, it took A.J. a while to notice that Suze was not her usual bubbly self. Not at all, in fact.

“Everything okay?” A.J. asked.

“Sure!” But the bright tone didn’t match Suze’s expression.

A.J. examined the younger woman’s glum profile. “Emma told me there are rumors flying around the studio.”

Suze snorted. “You can say that again. And it’s all Lily’s doing.”

“Do you have any proof of that?”

“Who else would it be?”

A.J. couldn’t help but think there was some truth to that, but she wanted to try to keep an open mind. “What exactly is she saying?”

“She’s not saying anything. Not to me, anyway. She just looks mysterious and smug whenever anyone asks her anything outright.” Suze’s wide blue eyes slanted A.J.’s way. “The rumor is you’re considering selling your share of Sacred Balance to Lily.”

“Oh, really,” A.J. said very quietly.

Suze looked uncomfortable. “Please don’t tell anyone you got that from me.”

“Don’t worry. And for the record, it’s not true.”

Suze looked relieved. “I knew it wasn’t.”

They ate for a time in silence, then Suze asked, “Is it over between you and Jake?”

A.J.’s avocado and tomato sandwich turned to moth-balls and lodged in her throat. She managed to choke it down and say, “Not that I’m aware of. Why?”

Suze’s face looked as red as if she’d stepped into boiling water. “Uh…”

“Tell me.”

“It’s probably nothing,” Suze said quickly. “It’s just we had a new potential client come in last week. Chess Something-or-other.” Suze firmed her voice with effort. “She mentioned that she and Jake were seeing each other.”

At last A.J. managed to say colorlessly, “I see.”

Once again A.J. reminded herself that she and Jake had never been exclusive, they’d never even discussed it, which seemed a bit odd in retrospect. But just because Jake was going out with someone else didn’t mean…

At that point logic fled and it was all she could do not to be sick in the rhododendrons.

“A couple of people have mentioned seeing Jake-”

“Jake and I aren’t exclusive,” A.J. said quickly. Saving her pride seemed to be paramount now. More than that she couldn’t bear to think about.

“Right, right,” Suze said quickly. She was being careful not to look directly at A.J., for which A.J. was grateful.

They ate their sandwiches in silence for a minute or two and then Suze asked indignantly, “Who is she, anyway?”

“An old friend of Jake’s. An old girlfriend, I guess. Francesca Cox. She’s a travel writer.”

“Oh brother,” Suze said and her tone was so scathing they both started giggling shakily.

They finished their lunch with minimal discussion, walked back to A.J.’s car, and returned to the studio.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Around three o’clock A.J.’s cell rang and her heart leapt as she recognized the number as Jake’s.

“Hi!” she said cheerfully.

“Hey.” He sounded guarded. Or was she now overanalyzing every inflection and tone?

“What’s up?”

“Are you free for dinner tonight?” He added quickly, “Just someplace casual.”

“Sure.” Her heart sank at the “someplace casual.” Not that all their meals out were grand affairs, but something about the phrasing triggered recollections of friends’ horror stories about getting dumped in public.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“I’ll be there,” she said a little grimly.

A.J. left work on time, determined not to fuss or primp for this date that might not be a date. Which might in fact be her pink slip.

All the same, she dressed carefully and spent extra time on her makeup and hair.

Monster lay on the bed and watched her try to decide between a Tuleh floral ruffle-trimmed blouse with apple green skirt ensemble and a black, ivory, and moss dash-print shift.

“What do you think?” A.J. studied the dress, frowning.

Monster thumped his tail.

“You always say that.” She put both selections back and pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a white T-shirt featuring the Paris Opéra. “It’s just Jake,” she informed the dog, and once again Monster’s tail dusted the quilt.

Yeah,” A.J. muttered, “but you’ve always had a thing for men in uniform.”

Monster raised his head, jaws open in a silent doggy laugh.

A.J. pulled on the jeans and T-shirt, added a pair of vintage crystal teardrop earrings, fluffed her hair, and went to wait in the front parlor, resisting the desire to have a glass of wine while she waited. That was one habit she was determined never to get into: drinking to calm her nerves.

She hadn’t long to wait before Jake’s sports car pulled up to the front yard. He got out wearing his favorite off-duty snug jeans and the Gucci dress shirt she’d bought him for Christmas: fitted black cotton with tiny little red polka dots. He’d done his best to tame his unruly dark hair, but he was past due for a haircut-probably too busy trying to throw her mother in the slammer to find time for the barber.

A.J. made a face at her thoughts. Okay, so it was sort of a date, anyway. But Jake looked awfully solemn. Solemn and really good-looking.

She sighed, put on her game face, and briskly opened the door, which seemed to catch him off guard. Maybe she did sort of throw it open a bit more dramatically than intended.

“Hey!” he said, taking a cautious step back.

“Hey!”

Jake sort of hesitated, but then he moved to kiss her, his light salute hitting somewhere between her mouth and cheek.

“Your hair looks cute.”

“Gold star for noticing the hair,” A.J. said. She was proud of herself for managing to sound so much calmer than she felt.