“I thought you might prefer this to a view of plants in the mornings. Nothing against the gardens, they’re beautiful too, but this is better.”
“Definitely better,” I agreed.
A knock at our door surprised me, but I resigned myself to the fact that he’d have to leave before we could talk—or work.
“Did someone order a massage?”
I frowned when I heard the slightly accented voice after Parker went to open the door.
“I did, but it’s not for me,” he said.
Regrettably leaving the view behind—for now—I turned and popped my head into the room. “Who’s it for then?”
“For you,” he said. “You’ve been too tense. I’m going to go make dinner reservations, but you should relax.”
A massage sounded incredible, but I wasn’t here to relax. “It’s a sweet gesture, but we really should work.”
“I’ll give you my undivided attention at dinner,” he promised, smiling and already walking backward toward the door. “Enjoy, Bella. You deserve to be spoiled a little.”
With those final words, he disappeared into the hallway and swung the door shut behind him. The massage therapist, a girl maybe a few years older than I was, grinned at me. “He’s right, you know. I can almost feel how stressed you are all the way from here. There should be a robe in your bathroom. Go slip it on. In an hour from now, you won’t believe how much better you’re going to feel.”
Nodding mutely, I went to do what she’d said. Initially, I couldn’t get past how much of a waste of time this was, but as her hands dug into my tight muscles, I finally let it go and allowed my mind to drift to Parker instead.
He wasn’t acting at all like I’d thought he would when we saw each other again. I didn’t quite know what had come over him, but something obviously had. All I needed to do was find out what it was—and what exactly it meant for me and the rest of our weekend together.