Zoe emerged from the changing cubicle at the spa in a sunflower-yellow bikini. Lorna’s bathing suit was a one-piece, sky blue, with cutout side panels. She seemed to enjoy the appreciative look Zoe gave it and her, and returned the compliment before they donned bathrobes and flip-flops and wandered through to the sauna section.
“A couple of hours in here,” Lorna said. “Then we’re booked in for massages.”
“Great.”
Zoe had decided to stop worrying about the cost. Lorna had the money. She’d planned to come here. So maybe she was paying out a little extra for Zoe, but Zoe would pay her back eventually. Once she got herself settled, found a job. It was time she did. She couldn’t roam about forever.
They had the place almost to themselves and took a hot tub, just the two of them together. Wa
