Happy EndingsAiden rolled his shoulders and held back a hiss. He hadn’t had a massage in months, and it was becoming unbearable. He couldn’t even move anymore. This was one of the downsides of living in Nortown. Back in Whiteport, he’d had a massage every week—during working hours even.
The therapists working in the spa department of the hotel took turns massaging each other, and the rest of the personnel, too, of course. It was part of the company’s healthcare policy. Aiden wished he had a healthcare policy. Right about now, he’d give his right hand to be allowed an hour on the massage table instead of next to it.
It didn’t matter, though. There were no other massage therapists in Nortown, and he didn’t have the time or the money to go to the city. There were things far more important t
