"Almost every day through Central Park before or after work."
"I like running through Central Park too. I always try to get Penny to come with me, but I haven't convinced her yet."
Sometimes James ran with Mason. They always made everything a competition. Whenever James came back completely worn out, I knew he had been racing Mason through Central Park. Bee and I always joked that they complained about us on their runs. But I had a feeling that they just talked about real estate. Or mergers and acquisitions or something super boring. Bee and I went to yoga classes together at least once a week and we never complained about James and Mason. We were happy. There wasn't anything to complain about.
"You should try it sometime," Zach said, pulling me out of my own thoughts.
James pulled me a little closer to him.
I laughed. "Running? Oh, no. I do not like running." As far as I was concerned, James gave me plenty of cardio exercise. Although, I'd never pass down a walk through Central Park with James' hand in mine. "I'll stick to yoga," I said.
"You do yoga?"
"A few times a week, yeah."
James cleared his throat.
"I played volleyball in high school," Sierra said.
"So did I," I said. "What position did you play?"
"Outside hitter," Sierra said and turned her attention back to James. "James have you ever played before?"
"Just in gym class," he replied. "And I guess some beach volleyball, but that's pretty different."
"Beach volleyball is the best. Where have you played?"
James shrugged. "It's been awhile. The last time I played was probably spring break my senior year of college."
"That's not that long ago," Sierra said.
"For you guys, maybe." James laughed. "I'm turning 30 next month."
"Thirty isn't so bad. Isn't that the new 20 or something like that?" Tavon asked.
"It sure doesn't feel like it."
I smiled up at him. Was he upset about turning 30? He hadn't mentioned it to me. But it was definitely a milestone. Everything that was going on was a lot of change for him too. I needed to plan something really special for his birthday. Meggings weren't going to cut it.
"At least you got the whole hot young wife thing going on," Zach said.
I laughed awkwardly.
James set his beer down on the table. "Penny, do you want to dance?" He stood up before I had even answered.
"That sounds great." I grabbed his hand and let him escort me onto the small dance floor. There were only a few people dancing.
"Zach seems to like you quite a bit," he said and pulled me in close, despite the fact that it wasn't a slow song.
"He doesn't. He's purposely trying to push your buttons."
"Why?"
"I think he's trying to see how you'll react."
"He wants me to knock him out?"
I laughed. "No, I don't think either of you want that."
