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“Just trying to work out why he’s made us do this.”

“I told you, so we could relax.”

He wasn’t so sure. Maybe for Anna, but Colin would know relaxed was the last thing Luke would feel in a spa. Was her brother trying to make Luke look stupid in front of her so she’d not get any romantic ideas about him? See, Anna, Luke can help you with your grief, because he feels it too, but as for his suitability as a boyfriend, forget it. He’s got zero feminine side.

“We need to go.” Anna’s voice broke through his thoughts. “We’re going to be late for our massage.”

Why did that conjure up dirty thoughts?

She rose out of the water and his mind went blank.

She’d darted into the hot tub while his back had been turned so he’d missed seeing her in her swimsuit. Now he was watching in full Technicolor. Skin pink from the heat, water sloshing down stunning curves accentuated by the swirling reds and pinks of her one-piece. He stared, spellbound, as she reached for her robe, giving him a glimpse of the pert, rounded butt he’d felt against the rigid length of his jean clad erection a few days ago.

Goddamnit, Colin was definitely torturing him.

All too quickly she fastened the robe around her. “Are you coming?”

Give him another few minutes of looking at her in that costume, and he just might.

Clearing his throat, he willed his dick to get down. “Sure.” He pointed towards where one of the therapists was clearly looking for them. “Why don’t you let her know we’re here.”

When Anna’s back was turned, he scrambled inelegantly out of the jacuzzi and threw on his robe.

His relief was short lived, because when they stepped into the massage suite, he found two massage beds side by side.

It seemed to take Anna by surprise too, because he distinctly heard her say oh boy under her breath.

“Umm, we’ll be having a massage right next to each other?” Anna asked, stating the obvious.

“Of course. You booked a couples massage, yes?” The therapist frowned down at her form. “That’s what Heidi has written here. You’re a couple.”

Anna looked helplessly at him.

He bent his head and whispered in her ear. “Not feeling quite so possessive about me now, huh?”

She emitted a noise that was part scoff, part frustrated hiss.

“You’re okay with the beds like this?” The therapist looked between them. “We can move them, I suppose, but—”

“It’s fine, totally fine,” Anna interrupted, clearly figuring making a scene would add another layer of awkward to an already toe-curling situation.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” he commented with heavy sarcasm.

The therapist smiled brightly. “Right, well if you’d both like to slip off your robes, get on the massage beds and make yourselves comfortable, my colleague and I will be back shortly to begin the massage. Were there any particular oils you had in mind?”

It was his turn to make a strangled noise in his throat.

Anna looked like a rabbit in the headlights. “Umm, whatever you suggest.”

“Well lavender is calming, jasmine romantic, citrus more energizing.” She winked. “Or we can recommend sandalwood if you’re looking for a more intimate experience.”

He darted Anna a look. Her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip and her shoulders were bobbing up and down. She was laughing silently.

“You choose,” she croaked.

“Lavender,” he muttered. Calm was exactly what he needed.

“Great, I’ll leave you to it.” The therapist beamed a practiced smile at them and left.