Marriage: Impossible (Voretti Family Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

Maybe stop by the spa.”
    “The spa ?” Sean suggesting a cruise had been strange enough, and now this ?
    “What? Guys like massages, too. And, it turns out we get a $100 spa credit with the suite. I didn’t want it to go to waste.” He looked distinctly uncomfortable. But the vibe she was getting was more I’m-afraid-I-lost-my-man-card than I’m-counting-the-seconds-until-I-can-jump-off-a-cliff.
    Maybe Sean really did like massages. That was possible.
    “Give me a minute.” She wrinkled her forehead like she was deep in thought. “I’m trying to picture you on a massage table, being rubbed with scented oil, but the picture isn’t coming into focus.”
    Total lie. She could see Sean’s bare chest in all its 3-D, high-definition glory.
    She shoved the imaginary massage therapist out of the way because she had to touch—
    “Smart ass. Come on, or we’ll miss our appointment.”
    “Yeah. Okay.” She stumbled as she started forward, so focused on imaginary Sean’s perfect muscles that she hadn’t noticed the place where the heart-shaped area rug met the tile.
    Sean steadied her with one hand on her arm, and heat zinged through her from the single point of contact.
    She wanted to touch him—not just his skin, but his heart. She wanted to make him smile again. She needed to.
    *
    “Welcome to the Palais Hotel Spa! Marco and Mauricio will be your masseurs today. If you’ll follow me, we’ll get you ready.”
    Sean followed the perky receptionist, tuning out her babble about sugar scrubs and aromatherapy baths so that he could focus on the layout. Where are you, Bri?
    According to Hardy, she was having some kind of mud facial. Sean needed to pinpoint her location, and then—
    Something the receptionist was saying caught his attention. “Wait. Could you repeat that?”
    “I said we’re almost there. Our couple’s treatment room is right down this hallway.”
    Couple’s treatment room?
    The receptionist motioned for him and Keri to precede her around the corner, but Sean’s legs decided to stop working. He stopped short, in front of some kind of indoor fountain.
    Water streamed over the fake rocks—a massive shrine to relaxation—but all the water features and aromatherapy in the world weren’t enough to block the realization that this sadistic woman in glitter shimmer eyeshadow was about to lock him in a tiny room next to his wife. Wife! Who was going to be completely naked. “I didn’t book a couple’s massage.”
    “Oh, don’t worry sir. As a courtesy to our just-married couples, we waive the extra fee.”
    “Oh. Well, that’s…”
    “Unless you want to be separated. We do have another private room open. I can put your wife and Marco there.”
    “No!” No way was Marco putting his hands on Keri without Sean’s supervision. “The couple’s room is fine.”
    “Great!” The receptionist started forward again. This time he followed, catching sight of a door marked facials in the opposite direction.
    At least he knew where Bri was. That was the important thing. He’d concentrate on his impending meeting with Bri, and he’d barely even know Keri was in the room with him.
    “Here we are!” The receptionist opened a door, and Sean walked straight into his own personal hell.
    The side-by-side tables were close enough for he and Keri to reach out and touch each other during their massages. The light was provided by a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over a small Japanese-style garden. And there was a Jacuzzi tub perfectly sized for two.
    Jesus .
    If he was coherent enough to talk to Bri after an hour of this torture, it would be a miracle.
    “This looks nice,” Keri said.
    “I’ll give you some privacy to get undressed,” the receptionist chirped. “Marco and Mauricio will be in momentarily.”
    The door shut with a soft click.
    Sean focused on the Japanese maple outside the window because he knew exactly what that soft rustling meant. Keri was taking off her clothes.
    “Are