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Yes, And...

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Länge:
73 Seiten
1 Stunde
Freigegeben:
Jan 5, 2021
ISBN:
9781094414034
Format:
Buch

Beschreibung

When rheumatologist Darren Zhang accidentally sits in on acting teacher Joan Lacy's improv class, he's unprepared for the attraction that hits him--and he's a man who likes to be prepared.

Joan is caring for her ailing mother and barely has time to keep up her art, let alone date.

But as the pair play out an unlikely relationship during stolen moments, they both find themselves wanting to say yes, and...much more.

Freigegeben:
Jan 5, 2021
ISBN:
9781094414034
Format:
Buch

Über den Autor

Ruby Lang is the author of the acclaimed Practice Perfect series and the Uptown series. Her alter ego, Mindy Hung, wrote about romance novels (among other things) for The Toast. Her work has also appeared in The New York Times, The Walrus, Bitch, and other fine venues. She enjoys running (slowly), reading (quickly), and ice cream (at any speed). She lives in New York with a small child and a medium-sized husband.

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Week 1 - A Wednesday evening in February

All things considered, Darren Zhang, MD, thought he’d been doing well in this class, until the instructor clapped her hands and announced it was time to start their first improv exercise.

As far as he knew, there was not supposed to be improv in meditation. Because that’s what he signed up for.

Meditation.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Think of nothing.

Acting out a scene was the opposite of nothing. It was a lot to think about, especially if it took place in front of the bright-eyed gaze of their sprightly instructor. It had been bad enough breathing loudly in front of her and doing weird—what did she call them?—vocalization exercises? He should have known he wasn’t in the right place. She didn’t seem like the type to teach meditation. Too energetic, not wearing any fringed clothing. She made big gestures with those white hands, and her skirt was a little too short for sitting cross-legged on the floor.

A dignified heterosexual man couldn’t just get up in front of a pretty woman and do a skit.

Once again, he cursed Li-Wei, his friend and soon-to-be-fired primary care physician for suggesting—no, practically prescribing—a class.

Next, you’re going to be telling me to do yoga and eat kale, Darren had almost yelled at his friend when Li-Wei brought it up during his exam. Instead of coming to you, why don’t I just log onto the internet?

Darren, Li-Wei had said drily. It's your forty-second birthday and you're celebrating by having your annual checkup. Like you do every year. On your birthday.

It’s just a date. It’s just a number.

A higher number than last time. Like your blood pressure.

What? What’s the reading?

High blood pressure. That was impossible. He worked out. Okay, so there was that pesky family history. And he drank too much coffee and didn’t get enough sleep. But who did these days? The world was a mess, and Darren was one of the only things keeping it from falling into ruin.

You’re not in the danger zone, yet. But see this upward trend from the last five years? Li-Wei asked.

Darren waved his hand for the chart. He read it. He went through it again. That was the problem with being a person of routine. He was consistent enough with his checkups that the numbers probably weren’t lying. They were ticking subtly and inexorably higher. He wasn’t in danger yet. But he was headed that way.

I’m not going to suggest medications, but given your dad’s high BP and your age, preventive measures should be fine for now. Try to cut down on the salt. And yeah, try a meditation class or yoga. I’d also suggest kale, like someone from the internet would tell you, but I suspect you already eat plenty of that.

Right.

So, meditation. That’s why he was at this intro class which had… sketches? At the time, he’d hoped he could pop into the community center near the hospital, mouth breathe for 45 minutes, and cross prevent impending death off his list—all without major disruption to his usual routines.

Except now, as a couple of his classmates went to the front of the room, he realized with dawning horror that this was not the gentle, anonymous class he’d signed up for. It was definitely some kind of acting class. And the teacher, who’d seemed entirely too peppy and attractive to promote nice, even breathing in him, was an actor?

He hated rearranging his notions. So he pulled out his phone and surreptitiously checked his calendar to be sure. He was in the right room. This was the right time.

How, then?

He hit the link for the rec center that he’d copied in his calendar notes.

Dammit. He was in the wrong classroom. No. He was in the right room—but it was the wrong class. He’d entered the information a week ago, but there must have been a last-minute switch. He had to leave. But he’d already been in here for fifteen minutes, and exiting was going to be disruptive. The combination of wanting to be a good student even if he wasn’t taking this course was at war with the desire to bolt and find the meditation room, where he’d already missed roll call and was thus probably labeled undependable.

Both ways led to utter and complete humiliation.

This could not be good for his blood pressure.

I’d like to ask that we don’t pull out our phones during class, the instructor said.

How had she done that? She wasn’t even facing him.

His respect for her authority was increasing even as his embarrassment rose.

She turned around. Darren.

She remembered his name.

Why don't you come up and do this exercise with me?

He found himself standing, smoothing his button-down like he always did, straightening his cuffs. Then he was at the front of the room, with five pairs of eyes on him. Thank God the class wasn't bigger.

"So we’re doing to do an exercise called Fortunately, Unfortunately. Think of a situation, and

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    A quick read, truly a feel-good story about two people falling in love on Wednesday evenings.