I was so proud of my family. I knew how hard Gabe, Austin, Hunter, Graham, and Rhys worked.
A beautiful woman with pale blonde hair and a curvy figure that a Kardashian would kill for came out from behind the counter.
“Rhys.” My friend dropped my hand and hugged the woman.
“Brooke, how you doing? As always, you look stunning,” Rhys said.
“Such a flatterer.” Brooke waved him off.
She looked over to me and smiled. “Kian, we’re so glad to have you. I bet you’re just dying to get started on that massage and be off your feet.”
“Yes, please,” I sighed.
“Rhys knows the way to the changing room. Get in your robe, and we’ll have you feeling better in no time,” Brooke said.
Rhys led me to an elevator and pressed the button. “This place is so nice,” I whispered. “I am surprised they have an elevator.”
“Mmm, well, it’s all about rest and relaxation, and what better way than not to have to climb a flight of stairs?”
“True,” I agreed as we stepped in.
When the door closed, I asked, “Who’s Brooke?”
“Her family has been here almost as long as ours,” Rhys said. “They own about ten acres not too far from here. Her brother is a lawyer in town and close friends with Hunter.”
“Is she a bear too?” I asked.
“Yup!” Rhys replied as the elevator door opened. “But her mate is a lion shifter.”
“Lion! Woah, I don’t know why I never thought of other species.”
Rhys chuckled. “I did mention our cousins are wolves, right?”
“I think so.” I shook my head. “I’m living a weird, wonderful life.”
Rhys snorted and held a door open for me. “Alice, welcome to Wonderland.”
“You’re such an idiot.”
“Who is the idiot, the person that loves the idiot or the idiot themselves?”
I groaned. “I’m ignoring you.”
Rhys handed me a robe, and we both went over to the benches and got undressed. Although Rhys had to help me with my pants.
There was a knock on the door, and I slipped my feet into the slippers provided for us as Rhys called, “Come in.”
Brooke entered. “Your rooms are ready.”
“Are we together?” I asked Rhys.
“Yup. Bestie date, unless you don’t want to. I’m sure Brooke can—”
“Nope, I love it,” I interrupted him.
We were led into a large room with two massage tables. The rustic vibe was alive in here, but unlike the log color outside, this was lighter reclaimed wood. One of the massage tables had several cushions. The lights were dimmed, and everything looked clean and welcoming.
“Rhys, you know the drill. Disrobe and use the sheet to cover yourself,” Brooke said. “Kian, if you don’t mind, I’ll help you since you can’t lay down on your back.”
