Our story was supposed to end there, but it didn’t. I was extremely attracted to Dax, and by that time, I was falling hard.Įventually, I’d find out why he’d been so aloof, the reason why he and I could never be together. Let’s just say it was challenging to keep things professional. It took three times before I finally gave him the massage he’d ordered. The man I now affectionately called “Moody” kept calling me to come back. But once again, there was no actual massage. That appointment, we talked a lot, developing a stronger connection. What I didn’t realize was that he would be younger than I’d imagined, single, stunningly gorgeous, and mysterious.ĭespite the fact that Dax had booked a massage, it never actually happened, since our first appointment was unexpectedly cut short by a comedy of errors.Ĭertain I’d never see him again after that day, I’d done nothing but think about the captivating man. The day I showed up to Dax Moody’s sprawling home, I had no idea what was coming.Īs a traveling massage therapist, I was used to entering the houses of strangers.īut this assignment was different from any before it.įrom the outside, I’d correctly assumed the owner was rich. Penelope Ward never ceases to amaze me and Moody is a wonderful reminder as to why she is one of my favorite authors. The banter, the chemistry and the connection was perfection. Dax and Wren have everything I love in a couple. I finished this book in one sitting and I can’t tell you the last time that has happened.
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