“I have you scheduled for hour-long massages. We have hot stone, aromatherapy, deep tissue, reflexology, and a few others. Your masseuse will give you all the options.”

Annie’s personal masseuse, Jessie, a bright and cheerful woman around her age, opened a door and issued her inside. Charley was across the hall with Justin, the only male on staff. It was a surprisingly large room. After a few minutes of wincing at Jessie’s deep-tissue massage, she finally got used to the pressure and relaxed. Her limbs were jelly by the time Jessie was through with her. She tucked the corner of the towel above the soft swell of her breasts and followed Jessie down the hall to the sauna.

“Just relax for a bit. If it’s too hot, feel free to wait in the relaxation room. Be sure to stay hydrated.” Jessie handed her an ice water.

“Thank you,” Annie said. She pushed the door open and gasped. Bristol was sitting on a bench with her hair pulled up and glistening sweat rolling down her body.

“Come on in. It’s hot, but it feels so good,” Bristol said.

Annie felt self-conscious but also sexy. She cleared her throat and sat next to Bristol, leaving enough space between them, but close enough to have a quiet conversation. “Are we the only ones here?”

“That’s okay, right?” Bristol sat up straighter, as though it never occurred to her that being alone with her would be a problem.

Annie touched her arm. “It’s totally okay.” She smiled. “How was your massage?”

“It was exactly what I needed,” she said.

“Thank you again for such a wonderful treat. It’s very generous of you.” It was hard for Annie not to notice Bristol’s toned legs or the way the towel crept higher on her thigh every time she wiped the sweat from her brow. Bristol was taller, and her towel had to cover more real estate than Annie’s.

“It’s important to remember self-care when we tour. It’s a lot of wear and tear on our bodies.”

A comfortable silence settled between them. Annie wanted to be a woman talking to another woman, developing a relationship. She wasn’t sure how to come across that way and wasn’t even sure Bristol knew how to accept such an attempt. “What do you do after a massive tour like this?”

“I hide. I head to my house and hide for about three months.”

“I feel like your answer should be you head to a resort in the Bahamas or you hike and camp for days so you can be away from people,” Annie said. Getting information out of Bristol was hard, even though she understood Bristol’s hesitancy. “Or fly to Paris to shop. I mean, I always imagined a lot of famous people walking around carefree in Paris.”

Bristol shrugged. “It’s not fun to go alone. I don’t have anybody to go with.”