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him he couldn’t possibly carry her without hurting himself, and now asking about a headache.
    “Well, you don’t have to be so grouchy about it.   I just wanted to know how you were doing.”
    “That’s why I’m calling you.   To make sure you’re okay and found your friends in all that chaos.”
    “Oh yes, I did find them.   And I told you I was fine, not even a bruise.”
    He picked up on her teasing and smiled.
    “So, is that all you called about, or did you decide you want a massage after all?”
    He saw her hands running all over his body, touching him everywhere, and he almost groaned.
    “Yes, I decided I want a massage after all.”
    “I will be done with my next client in about an hour.   You want to swing by after?”
    She proceeded to give him directions to her studio before they hung up.   That would give him plenty of time to finish up the paperwork, go home to shower and change.   He couldn’t think of a better way to end this hellish day than getting a massage from a sexy woman.
     
    *****
     
    Rosie was ecstatic that William had called her.   She had been waiting for her client to get undressed and onto the table when he phoned.   She hadn’t recognized the number, but that was not unusual on her business phone—and she’d instantly recognized his deep, smooth voice.
    She had been thinking about him so much since they’d ‘bumped into each other,’ as he put it, that she had been a little distracted when she’d finally met up with her friends.   Hearing about the fire on her car radio on her way to her house to have lunch, she’d quickly turned around and made her way to the hotel.
    She had been in such a hurry that she totally hadn’t seen him until she was pressed up against him. She had been so close she’d been able to feel nearly every inch of him.   He was all business and hard muscle.   She could tell the investigation was giving him a tension headache by the way the vein on his forehead was pulsating and by the tension in his shoulders.   She knew the human form and could spot trouble spots instantly, which was why she was in high demand.   From top casino owners to the people working the casinos, she treated everyone the same and helped them relax and feel better.
    Rosie Cantu had made good for herself; she was able to afford anything she could possible want or need.   And what she wanted now was hunky William Harveston.   Although their encounter had been harried and brief, she’d noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring; she just hoped he wasn’t taken.
    After giving her client ten minutes to get undressed and settled onto the table, she knocked on the door before she made her way inside to begin her massage.   Forty-five minutes later, she was done.   Directing her client to the receptionist up front to pay first, then set up and appointment, she noticed that she had about fifteen minutes before William stopped by.
    “Melissa, I am expecting another client, William Harveston, in about fifteen minutes.”
    “I don’t have him down in my calendar,” her receptionist said as she looked at her computer screen.
    “He just called before I started working on Mrs. Walker, and I didn’t get a chance to tell you.   Please buzz me when he gets in.”
    Making her way back to her office, Rosie didn’t give Melissa a chance to ask more questions.   She needed to freshen up and flex her hands.   She usually didn’t schedule a client so soon after another, but her hands were itching to get on his big, broad shoulders and tight butt.   Okay, well, maybe not his butt because she was a professional, but she could still fantasize.
    Melissa’s voice pulled her out of her daydream.
    “Rosie, your next appointment is here.”
    Pressing the button, she let her know she would be out in a minute.   Giving herself one last look in the mirror, she went out the door.
    “William,” she said as she stuck out her hand in greeting.
    “Rosie,” he responded, taking her