“Come in,” Mitch said. He kept his eyes closed. Erin had said relax, so he intended to do just that.
He heard the door open and shut. He heard the faint click of a lock. He expected her to say something, but she didn’t, and then realized that was probably part of the ambiance. No talking, nothing stressful, just peace and quiet. He thought he might enjoy this, after all.
Behind his closed eyelids, he noticed the light darken as the room was dimmed even more. A strong, warm hand closed around the bicep of his right arm, a comforting gesture, nothing more. He heard movement around the massage table, then the soft sound of a drawer being opened. Something warm and scented covered his eyes. Hands guided him to raise his head, and an elastic strap was eased over the back of it.
An eye mask.
