assistant managers.â She smiled fondly. âMichael is very efficient at managerial duties and in the treatment room his hands are pure magic.â
âOh, really?â For reasons he didnât quite understand and wasnât ready to analyze, the only hands Shane wanted her to consider magical were his.
Her enthusiastic nod caused a slow burn to start in the pit of his stomach. âMichael warms the oil with his hands, then when he puts them on your body and starts kneading the musclesâ¦â She closed her eyes and smiled as if imagining the manâs hands on her. ââ¦itâs pure heaven.â
The irritation in Shaneâs gut exploded into all-out anger and he couldnât figure out why. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Lissa seemed to enjoy having the manâs hands on her a little too much. It might even be the probability that she had been alone with the guy in a dimly lit room with nothing but a thin sheet draped over her nude body. Or morelikely, it was a combination of all of it. Whatever the reason, he didnât like it one damned bit.
But Shane couldnât understand the proprietary feeling he had toward her. It wasnât as if he hadnât been with his share of women before Lissa returned to Aspen. It would be ridiculous of him to expect her to have gone without companionship before they started seeing each other. Yet he couldnât quite shake the territorial feeling that ran through him.
âArenât some of the women who work for you just as good at giving massages?â he asked, wondering why she hadnât asked one of her female employees.
She nodded. âIn their own way, yes, they are very good. But being a man, Michael naturally has more strength in his hands and gives a more thorough deep-tissue massage.â
âHow long has he worked for you?â
âLetâs see, he and his life partner, Hector, moved from Florida into the condo below mine about three years ago, and I hired them both shortly after that,â she said, looking pleased with herself. âI was really lucky to get them before another spa snapped them up. Besides Michael being the best masseuse Iâve ever seen, Hector is a master yoga instructor and conducts most of the yoga and meditation classes at Serendipity. Heâs my assistant manager for the yoga center.â
Shaneâs anger cooled immediately when he realized neither of the men were interested in Lissa. The fact that he felt such relief was almost as disturbing tohim as his possessiveness had been. He had never been the jealous type and couldnât imagine what the hell had gotten into him.
Deciding it was time for a change of topic, he asked, âDo you miss not living near the beach?â
âAbsolutely,â she said, nodding. âListening to the waves is nice, especially at night when Iâm ready to go to sleep. I like to sit on the beach sometimes and watch them roll in to shore. It reminds me of how small and insignificant my problems are compared to the big picture.â
âDonât you miss watching the seasons change, angel?â
âThey do change,â she admitted. âBut itâs subtle and not nearly as big of a change as here. Itâs beautiful here in the fall.â She grinned. âAnd I do love Aspen in the winter. Thereâs nothing like flying down the mountain on a pair of skis after a new snow.â
âYou like the fresh powder?â
âAbsolutely.â She tilted her head. âWhat about you? Do you like to ski?â
He gave her a mischievous grin. âI have been known to tear it up on a few of the slopes around here. Iâve also done a little cross-country skiing.â
Yawning, she leaned her head back against the couch. âIâve missed being able to participate in the winter activities we have in the mountains.â
âThey have some nice skiing in California,â he reminded
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