Almost, that is.
“This was going to be my wish, by the way,” I managed to purr. “One of them, anyway.”
“What was?” asked Bodie.
“Another foot rub,” I said, vaguely realizing that both he and Carter didn’t know anything about the amazing massage Sawyer had bestowed upon me last night.
“I didn’t count on a double, though,” I sighed blissfully. “I would’ve given up two wishes for this, easy.”
Carter and Bodie’s thrumming fingers worked my feet in tandem, delivering a simultaneous four-handed foot massage that most girls could only dream of. At the same time, I was being massaged from behind — not to mention from beneath — by a half-dozen strategically-placed jacuzzi jets, all hellbent on sending me straight to nirvana.
Shit, it was enough to make a girl mentally high-five herself on her recent life’s choices.
“So are you glad you came in?” Bodie chuckled.
“Oh please,” I shot back at him. “I was coming in no matter what. A hot tub? After two days on the mountain?” I laughed. “You guys could’ve been ninety-year-old lepers, and I would’ve still jumped in here.”
Sawyer, casually sipping his beer, stopped mid-sip.
“Wait… so that whole ‘what kind of girl do you think I am?’ thing was an act?”
I laughed even harder. “Of course.”
“What about the whole ‘I have no bathing suit’ thing?”
“You really think I need a bathing suit?” I smiled. “To get into a rolling jacuzzi with three hot, shirtless guys?”
I paused for a moment, wondering if I’d said too much. Like maybe I’d tipped my hand.
Fuck it.
“Look, how many times in her life does a girl get a chance like this?” I asked, pointing around. “There was no way I was missing out on it. This is the second best experience in the fucking world.”
“And what’s the first?” asked Carter, smiling slyly.
“Thrashing the three of you on the slopes.”
I held up my empty bottle, and a grinning Sawyer plucked it from my hand. He reached into the snow behind him, and twisted the cap off a fresh, ice cold one.
“So if this would’ve been your first two wishes,” said Bodie, nodding beneath the water at my feet, “what would’ve been your third wish?”
I caught his gaze and held it, while bringing the bottle slowly to my lips.
“Why?” I prodded. “Are you willing to grant it?”
His two massive shoulders poked just above the waterline. They dipped in a shrug.
“Depends on what it is.”
By now all pretense of playing by the rules was gone. I thought about how incredible this night was shaping out to be; the hot tub, the beer, the foot-rubs, the laughter. The whole thing was so totally unlike me: an unscheduled getaway, hundreds of miles north, with three complete strangers.
Yet somehow, it was exactly the type of vacation I needed.
“You boys have two wishes left,” I said, deliberately changing the subject. “Let’s hear them first.”
Carter and Sawyer looked at each other. Leaning back on his elbows, beer in hand, it was Sawyer who spoke first.
“I wish I’d kissed you last night.”
