Because he didn’t want me to feel like I had to choose something less expensive. I knew already why he’d done it. It was sweet, actually. He wanted me to have the services I desired without being constrained by price.

“So what looks good to you?” she asked.

“I definitely want a hair treatment. A color.”

“The same color you have now?”

“No. I want to go back to my natural color, or as close as the colorist can get.”

“What else?”

The sky was truly the limit. My only constraint was time.

“A manicure and pedicure?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“That will probably take up all my time, right?”

“No. We have several staff members who can work on you at the same time, so you may choose something else. A Swedish massage, perhaps?”

I’d never had a massage before. Not even at Massage Avenue, despite the white lie I’d told Mo earlier. It always seemed too expensive and too decadent.

“All right,” I finally said. “A massage it is.”

“Anything else?”

“What else could I possibly have time for?”

“I’d recommend the salt glow before your massage. It will exfoliate all the dead skin cells from your body so the lotions can penetrate deeper. Also, our revitalizing facial. I believe we can fit all of that in.”

What the heck? “Sounds great.” I handed the paper back to her. “Let’s do it.”

“Absolutely. You’ll be happy to know that Mr. Wolfe also added a generous gratuity for your services, so you won’t need to worry about that when you check out.”

Worry about that? I hadn’t even considered the tip. For this number of services, at twenty percent, it would be outrageous. Thank you, I said silently to Reid.

A woman wearing a white coat led me to the locker room and provided me with a robe and slippers. Once I’d undressed, I sat in the “grotto” inhaling a lovely lavender aroma until another woman dressed in a white coat came for me.

“Ms. Jones?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m Eileen, your hair stylist. If you’ll follow me, please.”

We ended up in a private room. “This can’t be right.”

“It is. You’ve been booked in one of our solo suites. All your services will take place in here.” She nodded toward a bubbling hot tub. “Feel free to relax in the tub between services.”

This was ridiculously decadent. Damn it, Reid Wolfe. I didn’t want to like him as much as I did.

I erased that from my mind. I’d never like someone just because he spent a boatload of money on me. I wasn’t that woman.

“What can I do for you today?” Eileen asked, after I sat down in the chair.

“I want to go blond. It’s my natural color.”

“Not a problem. I’ll have to bleach your hair to get the black color out.”