“You can open them now,” he said, walking back to her. He paused to pick up several towels.
A woman opened the door. “Monsieur Martel, are you ready for your massage?”
His gaze rested on Verena. “Something else has come up. I’ll reschedule tomorrow.” The woman nodded and closed the door, leaving them alone.
Shivering from a combination of cold and shock, Verena sat clasping her legs.
“You’re shaking pretty bad.” Lance knelt beside her. He quickly draped her robe around her shoulders and a towel over her wet head. “You need to warm up. Can you walk?”
She nodded and he helped her to her feet, sliding his arm around her waist to steady her. His grasp was strong and sure, but more than that, it felt natural.
“I know just what you need,” he said, supporting her weight. “Hot sauna. Come wi
