Page 77 of Unexpected Entanglement

The natural pink on her cheeks deepened. “Can’t have Friday anymore, can we?”

Chris only chuckled. Though he wanted her, he wouldn’t be the one to suggest an amendment to the agreement. If she wanted him, she had to tell him.

“What’s that?” He glanced at the box on her lap.

“Samples from Morgan,” Rowan said excitedly.

“I thought you had all the weekend toiletries you need.”

“This isn’t toiletries.” She opened the box, took out a jar, and opened it. She inhaled the fragrance before handing it to Chris. “That is exquisite.”

A faint spiced sweet citrus fragrance emitted from the caramel-colored mixture inside it. Chris touched the tip of his finger to it and rubbed it in between his fingers. It felt rough.

“Some kind of scrub?” he asked.

“Wow, you’re good.” Rowan’s brows rose, impressed. “Sugar scrub. You like the scent?”

Chris nodded. “Fresh with a touch of sweet.”

Rowan took out a glass bottle and uncorked it. “Here’s a different one. What word would you associate this with?”

Chris exchanged the jar with the bottle. He carefully took a whiff and thought. “Woodsy. Warm. Comfort.”

Laughing, she said, “I said one, but I’ll take three.”

“What’s in it?”

“A mix of sandalwood, lemon, with almond base oil.”

“What’s that for?”

“Massage.” Rowan showed him the entire array of small bottles and jars. “These are the samples Morgan mixed up for me—for my future spa.”

Rowan’s face lit up with excitement. “We won’t have the spa I dreamed of for some time, but we can start small with one treatment room and in-room massage service.”

“You can convert one of the honeymoon cottages to a treatment cottage. It has everything you’ll need to do a full-body treatment. It might even have enough room for two treatment spaces.”

Rowan pointed to her forehead and then to his, indicating she had the same thought. “Great minds, buddy.”

“What are you going to do with those?” Chris asked as he poured a small amount of oil onto his hand and warmed it by rubbing his palms together.

“Try them, of course,” she answered, like he’d asked a stupid question.

Chris smiled, took her closest hand to his, and started massaging it with the warm oil. He used medium pressure to knead the fleshy part of her hand and fingers.

“What are you doing?” Rowan asked.

“Trying the sample,” he replied. “The oil feels nice.”

Chris moved to the inside of her wrist and circled her pulse with his thumb.

“Hmm.” Her eyes shuttered as he ran the pads of his fingers along the length of her forearm. He could tell she was enjoying it.

“When was the last time you pampered yourself, Rowan?” he asked.

She chuckled and opened her eyes. “I can’t fucking remember.”

Chris glanced at the oil before looking back at her. “I can give you a massage. Try out this oil for real.”

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