Page 40 of Marrying Off My Husband

“Sure,” she said, tugging a lock of her hair from her face as it blew in the wind.

We arrived at the club and headed back to the spa, where we were sent to get comfy in the robes.

“I thought you booked a manicure?” Eve asked as she stared at the robe.

I stepped into the dressing room and slid out of my dress. “I booked the works. Massages, facials, mani-pedi. Everything. We need time to talk.”

“Oh, I could–”

“You will not. Now strip down, sugar.”

A few moments later, we shuffled in the provided slippers back to the massage tables. She fussed a little about not taking her robe off, but finally relented. To my surprise, she’d never had a professional massage before.

“How did you survive this long?” I asked.

“Very stiff,” her masseuse said.

“I’ll bet. Now, let’s get down to brass tacks. I want to know everything about your date.”

“Oh, uh, it was very nice.”

“Uh-huh, and?”

She twisted her neck to face me. “Uh…”

She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Did you feel a connection? He’s cute, right? Did you hold hands when he took you home?”

Her features pinched a little. “I guess so. I mean…I think we’re going to see each other again.”

I squealed as I reached for her hand and squeezed it. “And you didn’t answer all my questions.”

“No, we didn’t hold hands,” she answered.

I arched an eyebrow as the masseuse hit the tight spot on my shoulders. “But you think he’s cute, right?”

Her face flushed bright red. I had my answer no matter what she said.

“Yes,” she said.

I let out another ecstatic shriek, and we erupted into giggles. “Oh, darlin’, I’m so happy for you. I just know this is going to work out for you. He really likes you, I think. When do you see him again?”

“Tomorrow,” she answered. “No word on plans yet, but the date is set.”

“He’s probably still deciding. He’s so sweet and thoughtful.”

Eve pressed her lips together as she nodded. I detected a note of hesitation from her suddenly, but I didn’t want to push too much. I decided to let her enjoy the hot stone treatment. We’d gab about things later.

Just as I relaxed with the warm pressure on my back, my phone rang. With a click of my tongue, I glanced at the display. “Oh, no.”

“What is it?” Eve asked.

“My mama.” I swiped to accept the call. “What is it, Mama? I’m busy.”

“I haven’t heard plans of your imminent return home yet.”

“Well, I’m still making plans. I had to talk to Spencer and–”

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