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With a sly smile, I start walking off toward the door that leads into the garage,
She shouts at me with playful annoyance. "No, but you needed someone to convince you to go!"
I roll my eyes in jest as I walk into the garage.
The scent of stale gasoline and motor oil hits my nostrils, mingling with the hum of Runes' bike in the background.
As I approach my own bike, I slide on my helmet and start up my engine. "I've decided to tag along," I announce to Runes over the roar of our bikes.
He gives me a curt nod and we both leave the clubhouse, heading over to Calming Spaces.
The drive is nice overall. It's brisk and refreshing, the chill in the air waking me up this late Friday evening.
As we pull up to Calming Spaces, I can tell the ladies are having a great event. Every spot is filled and there are even cars parked on the grass.
We maneuver our way behind the building and park next to the dumpsters.
We get off our bikes and walk up to the back door.
Runes punches in a code on the keypad as soon as we're in front of it. The lock releases with a satisfying click.
Stepping into the spa, I take a moment to really soak in the peaceful atmosphere that surrounds me.
I've only been here once and I was rushing when I walked inside. It makes sense now why Fern and Charm are always so busy up here.
Lavender and eucalyptus floats through the air as soothing music lightly plays in the background.
We head around to the front of the spa where customers are packed in like sardines in a can.
Chatter overshadows the peaceful music and I can't figure out where to look.
The reception area is a makeshift bar where Starla's working to keep up with the countless people on the other side of it.
Runes strides off toward his wife, leaving me to weave in between the sea of people in front of the bar.
I get around to the side and squeeze behind it, rolling up the sleeve of my black Henley to help Starla out.
She's pulled her long, curly brown hair up in a high ponytail, with delicate strands framing her face. Her bangs flow flawlessly and as I stare, I can't help but notice how exhausted she looks.
Raising an eyebrow at me, she asks, "What are you doing?"
"Offering a helping hand," I reply with a smirk. "Looks like you could use it," I motion my hand around to all of the waiting customers.
Starla and I spend the next half an hour making drinks for customers at this mixer. Some of them are younger women, which must be their prime market. While others are men the ladies must have tagged along with them.
Once things start to slow down, Starla begins mixing together a drink.
She pours two parts tequila into the shaker, followed by the juice of one fresh lime. She gives it a quick shake and strains it into two glasses over ice.
A slight smile plays on my lips as I watch her expertly create the perfect margarita.
"Who are those for?" I question.
"You and me," she says, her eyes shining with pride. "That was one hell of a rush. I think we deserve a drink, don't you?"
I nod and take a sip, and my taste buds are immediately awakened by the delicious blend of tangy lime, smooth tequila, and a hint of sweetness. "Damn, this is good. Honestly, I needed a good drink like this tonight."
She arches a brow, a look of curiosity crossing her face. "Did something happen?"
