“Unless I’m called out on a mission before, then I’m free all week,” Rose smiled at him, already looking forward to it. “Just keep in mind, that the only yoga I know is what you’ve taught me, but I can still spot.”
That gentle nudge to her chin had her cheeks heat up slightly, in that way that only Rolf could do when he was being so unbelievably sweet. “If you can get away for four days, then I can too,” she grinned. “You’ll love Malia. Trust me.”
Sipping from her own wine glass, Rose caught Rolf’s gaze over it. “You had me at hail.”