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him.
    “Massage, of course, but we’ll set the time up after we decide on the rest of what you’re going to do,” Devyn said. “You’ve got lots of choices, Annie. The dining room serves breakfast until ten a.m., so there’s no big rush.”
    “Bath then,” she told him. Sipping her juice, she watched him as he went into the glamorous bathroom. A moment later she heard the tub running.
    “Rose? Lavender? Summer lily?” he called to her.
    “Lavender this morning,” Annie replied, knowing he was referring to the bath scents she had seen lined up near the big tub last night.
    “Water temp?” he asked.
    “You can adjust the water temperature?”
    “Sure. What do you like?”
    “Hot, but not too hot,” she answered him.
    “One hundred and five degrees then,” he said. “If it’s not right we’ll adjust it after you get into the tub.”
    Annie shook her head. This was so much better than she had ever imagined—and to think she had been hesitant about accepting her prize. Finishing her juice, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, then hesitated a moment. She didn’t have a robe, and her sexy nightgown was a bit revealing. “I’m sure it will be just perfect,” she said. “Scram now and let me take my bath. I can smell the lavender from here, and it’s just delicious.” She slid back into the bed and pulled up the coverlet as he exited the bath.
    “Enjoy,” he told her. “I’ll wait in the living room for you.”
    Annie waited until he had left the bedroom, and then she scampered into the big bathroom. Shucking her nightgown, she stepped down into the tub and slid into the water. It was absolutely wonderful, and she sighed with the soreness from her adventure. Her arms had been stretched by her weight as she hung. Her butt ached a little from having been smacked with a leather…what had he called it? A tawse?
    Allowing time for a five-minute soak, Annie then washed quickly and got out of the tub. Drying herself and then wrapping a towel about her body, she walked back into the bedroom to dress. She brushed her hair free of the French braid she had been given last night and, pulling it back, slid an elastic about it. Then she joined Devyn out in the living room of the suite.
    He whistled. “For a lady with five kids, you are really hot,” he told her with a grin.
    “Thank you, sir,” Annie responded. “Now show me my choices for today.” She sat down on the couch next to him.
    He held out his clipboard to her.
    Annie took it and scanned the printed page. “I’ll take the nature walk at ten a.m., do a half hour of reflexology at eleven thirty, have a massage at two o’clock, and get my hair washed and a scalp massage at four. You said some other guests came in last night. Who?” She handed him back the clipboard, and he wrote her choices and times on it before answering her.
    “Some of the Channel Corporation’s more important clients and a couple of travel writers were invited,” Devyn said. “There’s going to be a get-together about five thirty tonight in the main lounge. I’m supposed to take you there. Don’t forget, you’re the grand-prize winner.” He stood up. “Ready for breakfast, Annie?”
    The dining room was light and airy. It had windows on three sides, and the windows were positioned in such a fashion that it appeared they were aboard a ship and surrounded on all sides by water. It was a wonderful illusion. Devyn was to take his meals with her at breakfast and lunch. At dinner she would be seated with the other guests. The waitress placed a glass dish of fresh summer fruits before her. It was followed by a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage. A delicate china cup was filled with fresh-brewed white tea.
    “Part of your weight-loss program,” Devyn told her as he wolfed down his waffles and bacon. “Sorry. They put you on low carbs, high protein. The good carbs.”
    “How about getting me an English muffin?” Annie said hopefully.
    He shook his blond head.