Josh and I didn’t speak again while we got ready. There was no way I was skiing today, so I pulled on a pair of soft yoga pants and an oversized sweater. When I was on my period, my desire to dress up plummeted to zero.
“How are you feeling?” Ava asked as we walked to breakfast.
“Much better.” Thanks to your brother. “Thanks, babe.”
She looped her arm through mine. “How do you feel about hitting the spa after breakfast instead of skiing? We have that gift card we still need to use.”
Oh, thank fucking God. “Ava,” I said. “Don’t tell Alex, but you’re the real genius in the relationship.”
She laughed.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur, with Alex and Josh skiing and me and Ava enjoying the spa’s massage and facial services. But even though my massage therapist was professionally trained, she didn’t hit the spot the way Josh had.
“A little to the left, please…to the right…just a bit harder…” I tried my best to pinpoint what was off about my session.
“Like this?” The therapist followed my instructions to a tee, but it still didn’t compare to Josh’s touch. “How does this feel?”
“Great,” I mumbled, giving up. “Thank you.”
Maybe it was the oil Josh used. It smelled better than the floral ones at the spa.
By the time Ava and I met up with the guys for lunch, I was more irritated than relaxed by my constant thoughts of a certain doctor.
I wouldn’t put it past him to mix some sort of sex potion with the massage oil before he used it on me. That was the only plausible explanation for why I kept thinking about him.
There had to be a catch for why he’d been so nice.
“How was the spa?” Alex rested his hand on the back of Ava’s chair and brushed his lips over her cheek.
“It was great.” She smiled, her face glowing with so much love it made my chest ache. “How was skiing? Did you guys do the triple black again?”
“Yes,” Josh said at the same time Alex replied, “No. I went snowboarding.”
“Oh.” Ava’s eyes darted between them. “Okay.”
Awkward as fuck.
We settled into silence as we flipped through our menus. Josh sat next to me, and every time either of us moved, our legs brushed against each other.
Signature burger, pan-roasted salmon…
His pants wisped over my calves. I set my jaw and tried to focus. Pan-roasted salmon with fennel salad…
He reached for his glass, his shirt sleeve grazing my hand as he did so.
I yanked my arm back and stared determinedly at the list of entrees. Pan-roasted salmon with fennel salad…
When our server appeared, bright-eyed and perky, I’d read the same dish description a dozen times.
“I’ll have the salmon,” I muttered after everyone placed their orders. “Thanks.”
I hated salmon.
I glared at Josh. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t distracted me, I would’ve been able to get through the rest of the menu and order something I wanted.
His eyebrows rose. “Back in fighting form, I see,” he said while Alex and Ava talked quietly across from us. “I missed that look of irritation on your face. It’s like a balm to my soul.”
“That’s because you’re used to seeing it on everyone who comes into contact with you.”
Slipping into an argument with Josh was like slipping into old pair of jeans, comforting and familiar.
Josh’s cheek dimpled. “Nah. Just you, Red. Everyone else loves me.”
“I guarantee that’s not true.”
My phone lit up with a new text. I picked it up, eager for a distraction, but my brows pulled together when I read the message.
Unknown: Hey Jules
The area code indicated an Ohio phone number.