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“Bye.”
Teresa started to close the door but Allie stopped her and said, “If I were you, I’d go get a massage to pass the time.”
“A massage?”
Allie nodded and winked. “Massage Therapy Institute of Denver.”
Mack’s pulse jumped. Sariah was in school to be a massage therapist. That fit what he thought he knew of her and this was a fabulous lead. “Thank you,” he called to Allie.
“See you soon.” The door closed, but he could hear the two women giggling together. They hadn’t given him Sariah’s number, but this was almost as good. They had his number and he knew where she was going to school. He’d call and get a massage appointment. Sariah would have to talk to him then. A massage from Sariah? His pulse jumped and his entire body warmed as he imagined lying on a massage bed with Sariah’s hands working on his bare back. His mama would be appalled at the visions he started having of him sitting up on the bed and pulling her close, without a shirt on. He shook his head to clear it and focused on finding Sariah.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Mack asked Siri to navigate him to the Massage Therapy Institute. She informed him they were twenty-five minutes away. He hit go and asked her to call the Massage Therapy Institute as he drove east toward Denver. A woman’s voice answered with a crisp, “Massage Therapy Institute of Denver. How may I help you?”
“I’d like to schedule a massage with Sariah Udy.”
“I can schedule a massage for you with one of our students but we don’t schedule for a particular person. I apologize. Would you still like an appointment?”
Mack gritted his teeth. Apparently, this breakthrough was going to be similar to the others and not an easy route to Sariah. “How late can I schedule a massage appointment?”
“Our last appointments begin at five p.m., sir.”
“If I schedule a massage, is there a chance Sariah will be my therapist?”
“A slim chance, sir, we have dozens of students at the level of performing massages for the public.”
“But Sariah is one of them.”
She hesitated then admitted, “Yes, sir, she is.”
At least he had a chance of his therapist being Sariah. What did he have to lose? He’d get a massage, pass the time until Sariah was done with school. “Please schedule me for a massage.”
“What time, sir?”
He glanced at the clock. It was now after one and he was at least thirty minutes from the school. “Do you have an opening at two?”
“Yes.”
“That will work.”
“Your name, sir?”
“Mack Quinn.”
“We’ll see you at two p.m.”
“Thank you.” Mack disconnected. He drove through a Kneaders and ordered several sandwiches and a fruit smoothie. Stuffing the food down as he finished following Siri’s directions to the massage institute, he made sure to chew a bunch of breath mints on the off-chance he found Sariah.
He parked next to the massage school and a few minutes before two walked through the glass doors and up to the reception area. It was nothing fancy but it was clean and looked professional. Sariah was becoming a massage therapist. How great was that?
“Hi.” He smiled at the older lady manning the desk. “I called for an appointment at two? Mack Quinn.”
The lady nodded to him, not smiling. She was dressed in a navy-blue business suit and her hair was in a severe bun. “Yes, please follow me, sir.” Her voice was as crisp as on the phone and her movements were fast and jerky.
Mack hurried to keep up with her as she led him through the reception area, down a short hallway, and edged open a door to a small therapy room. The tranquil sound of a waterfall and the scent of lavender oozed from the dimly lit room.
“Please undress completely, cover your lower half with the sheet, and lay face down.”
