Feet soaking in salts and hot water, I sat back on the caramel leather spa chair next to Bethany the following day, closed my eyes, and inhaled the essential oils drifting through the air. I hummed softly to the sounds of musical rainfall.
“What do you think about this?” Bethany asked, shoving her phone at me.
On the screen was a picture of a young woman with long blonde hair extensions that came down to her ass.
I glanced over at Bethany. “Are you sure you’ll be able to manage all that hair? That’d be so much for me.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, reaching for her phone. “Of course I could.”
After giving it back, I chewed on the inside of my cheek, picked up my phone from my lap, and scrolled to Sage’s number in my Contacts. Constantino had given it to me before I left with Bethany thi
