Chapter 25
Wren
I’d always imagined a full body massage would leave a person boneless and empty minded. The first, I’d attained through the strong, capable hands of Loretta after an hour of kneading palms and fingers.
Pure. Heaven.
But my thoughts had refused the same rest. Even with the quiet, soothing music through the overhead speakers and the subtle scent of incense, my brain remained fixed on the conundrum of Blake Harper.
I’d thought I had him figured out, that he fit into a tidy box inside my mind where I could keep him safely tucked away from affecting my emotions, but he’d proved himself to be so much more.
Other stubborn people in my situation might have been offended by all he’d assumed to do in helping and taking charge, but I wouldn’t ever look a gift horse in the mouth.
