healing-hearts by Yvette Hines Read Free Book Online Page B

you I would promise to drive through a fast food restaurant on my way to work and grab breakfast?”
    “Negative.” Yasmine couldn’t help smiling at Jason’s attempt at avoiding designing a meal plan. “Now, these are things you can buy when you’re grocery shopping that you can make quickly or grab on your way out the door. They are better for you than a breakfast sandwich at a quick bite place.”
    “I don’t buy groceries.”
    “What do you mean—you don’t go shopping for food? What do you use your refrigerator for, a filing cabinet?”
    “Very funny.” The corners of his mouth lifted slightly almost smiling. “No, I have a lady who comes in once a week to do light cleaning and pick up things from the store for me.”
    “Do I want to ask what you have her buy?” Yasmine asked, hesitant.
    “Micro meals.” His green eyes held a sparkle as they lit with humor.
    Oh, hell. There’s the full-blown smile.
    Yasmine had to make herself look away from his mouth. Her heart leaped, then sped up. She crossed her legs underneath the table to quench the full tingling at the apex of her thighs. His smile appeared both sweet and sexy at the same time. He should always smile, Yasmine thought.
    Jason’s voice brought her mind back around to the conversation at hand.
    “Yogurt, grain breakfast bars, fruit smoothies...” Jason scanned the guide.
    “Mr. Richardson, there are other things you can have.” Yasmine turned the page as she pointed out some things. “If lunch is something you don’t get to very often there are a lot of protein drinks you can down in between your meetings.”
    “You don’t mean the slim drink things, do you?”
    She laughed at his appalled expression. “No. Look here, sir, and I’ll show you all the different brands and types.”
    Yasmine flipped a few pages and showed him the list of energy drinks.
    “Now about your dinner.” Yasmine bit one side of her bottom lip as she concentrated. “Your micro meals are going to have to go.”
    “How did I know you were going to say that?”
    Yasmine shrugged her shoulders as she got up and went to her filing cabinet and stooped down to pull out some paper from the bottom drawer. When she stood and turned back toward the desk, she caught a glimpse of a strange expression go swiftly across his face, but wasn’t sure what had caused it.
    Disregarding it, Yasmine walked back to her desk and handed him a stack of papers stapled together. “These are copies of twenty-minute balanced recipes that you can make in the evenings for dinner. On the last page of the guide, it will also have tips on what things would be best for you to order when out at a restaurant.”
    Jason took a brief moment to look at the last page of the booklet. “Are we done now?”
    “Pretty much we are. I usually like to keep track of my clients for the first two or three months to see how they’re doing or to modify the plan if the need arises. But, since I know this is not something you particularly care to do, then I just hope it helped or gave you something to think about.”
    Yasmine watched him begin to gather up the booklets and papers preparing to leave. “Before you go, Mr. Richardson, we never touched on your stress level.”
    He stood. “I work, therefore I have stress.”
    She rose along with him. “I did notice that on the sheet you left out extracurricular activities. I hope it was an oversight, because I can’t stress how—”
    “Important it is having some way to relieve the stress…is to my overall health.” Jason finished her sentence.
    “Well, I guess you’ve heard that a few times.”
    “You have no idea. If I believed in signs, I’d think God was trying to tell me something.” The smile too briefly touched his lips again. “Good thing I don’t. I’ll give your suggestions a thought and get back with you.”
    The desire to reach out and trace his lips with her fingers assailed her. “I won’t hold my breath.” Yasmine gave him a smile of