Page 119 of Kings Fear No One
The spa we’re taking Sydney to is an hour outside of Pulsboro. We arrive in two separate vehicles. Korine drives the first while Bush’s wife, Lesley, drives the second. For the duration of the afternoon, we’re stripped down to comfy robes while we indulge in various spa treatments like facials and massages.
The spa offers unlimited drinks and a delicious food selection like fruit platters, cheeses, pasta salads, and even a chocolate fondue. After her first glass of champagne, Sydney stops complaining. She embraces the idea that today is her day and she’s the bride-to-be being pampered and celebrated.
It’s impossible not to feel at ease at the spa.
The sensitive reactions I’d been experiencing earlier feel ridiculous as I sit on a reclining lounge chair by the therapeutic whirlpool. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had an emotional spell that seemingly came out of nowhere. A rush of hormones that I can’t control, spilling out of me like water from a faucet.
I’m not sure what could be the cause other than the trauma I’ve suffered. The difficulty I’ve had adjusting to life afterward.
But as I lay on the lounge chair and listen to the trickling water, I let out a slow breath and remind myself it’s working out. I just have to believe it will.
My phone vibrates from the pocket of my robe. I smile realizing who it’s from.
How’s it going, baby? Mick told me u got sick…
I shouldn’t even be surprised he would. Mick was worried and he’s aware Logan expects to be told anything important about me. He must be with the rest of the guys who are getting ready to celebrate Mason for the night. Yet he’s texting me. He’s thinking about me.
Warmth spreads in my belly. I quickly respond.
I’m feeling better. Thanks for thinking about me. :)
His reply comes not even five seconds after.
Always. Behave urself.
I pocket my phone still smiling. Still with the warmth glowing inside me.
“The hubby checking in on you?” Sydney asks, wandering over. She’s sporting the same soft lavender robe I am, her face painted in a minty green mask.
“He is. Just making sure I’m okay. I was a little sick earlier.”
“I heard. Mick told me.”
“Apparently Mick told everyone.”
“Don’t take it personally. Consider him something like the grandpa of the saloon. He looks out for all of us.”
“I’m not. But I don’t want anyone worrying about me when it’s your day.”
Sydney snorts, dropping into the lounge chair next to mine. “It’s not my day, Tey. It’s our day. I’m not about that the-bride-is-special nonsense. So what if I’m getting married? We’re all celebrating each other. Not just me.”
“How do you feel? Nervous?”
“About being a married woman?” Sydney lets out a small laugh. “Nervous would be an understatement. But… I can’t wait. This past year with Mace has been the best of my life. I can’t wait to live out the rest of them with him.”
“I’m happy for you. Both of you.”
“What about you and Logan? You’re doing better, right?”
I nod, the warmth expanding, flushing onto my skin. “Much better.”
“It’s going to work out for all of us. Once the guys handle the latest threat, we’ll be good.”
“Has Mace told you much about it?”
“Not really. I’m head old lady, but club business is club business. I like not knowing too much anyway. The last time I got involved, I was buried alive.”
“I don’t blame you.”
