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small amount or else the satin sheets would be ruined. Maybe he shouldn’t use any.
    Did he really want to take the sheets away?
    “Is everything okay?” Chloe asked after he’d rubbed his hands together for several minutes, trying to decide how to start.
    “Sure. Yeah. Just…relax,” he said hastily and reached for her shoulders, which weren’t covered by the sheet. Her hair got in the way, but before he could say anything, she was reaching up with those long arms of hers, pushing the tumbled mass up, sighing a little in the process.
    He had to admit, seeing her all pale blanched-almond skin and cinnamon-brown hair against butter-cream-colored sheets was a beautiful picture. One might even say delicious.
    If one were, you know, somebody else.
    What is wrong with her fiancé that he’d walk away from this?
    He went to work on her shoulders. They felt like steel bands, corded with tension. She winced and groaned as he tried to gently work out the knots, sitting on the bed next to her.
    “Holy crow,” he said finally. “How long have you been like this?”
    “Almost a year,” she said, her voice muffled against the bed. “I’ve been planning the wedding for that long.”
    “You should get massages more often,” he said, easing a knot out, feeling gratified at her low moan of appreciation.
    “I kept meaning to,” she admitted. “But when I was working, as well as planning the wedding, there was no time. And when I quit working, there was no money, you know?”
    No money. Yeah, he knew that one well. Otherwise he wouldn’t be playing Jack the Masseur for his chartered client.
    “Why’d you quit your job?” he asked instead, inching the sheet down to her lower back. She had a great back, he thought. The slopes of her sides tapered into her hips, and she had a sprinkling of freckles, looking like a constellation over her shoulders. He felt his heart rate accelerate for no good reason and he focused on her words.
    “Gerald—he’s my fiancé—thought it’d be better if I stopped working.”
    “Wow,” Jack said, smoothing his hands from her shoulder blades down to her lower back in long strokes. She was making happy noises now, and he kept doing what he was doing, using gentle pressure from his fingertips. “Real forward-thinking guy.”
    He immediately felt her tense beneath his fingers and cursed himself. If he were trying to make her relax, maybe reminding her of the guy who’d run out on her wasn’t the best way to go about it.
    “I worked for him, and people weren’t thrilled with us dating. Getting married did not help matters,” she explained, and Jack felt her muscles bunching up defensively.
    “Okay, okay. Don’t think about it,” he insisted, rubbing at the tension until she was closer to the calm state he’d had before he brought up Gerald the Wonder Twit. “I just figured you’d be someone who liked her job.”
    “I did. Sort of,” she said. “Well, maybe not the job specifically. But I like being busy and helpful.” She laughed ruefully. “And, you know, getting paid.”
    “I hear you on that one,” he said, giving her shoulders a sympathetic squeeze. He’d done most of her back and her arms. For a second, his glance shot to her perfect teardrop-shaped backside.
    Well, she’s probably tense everywhere…
    He chickened out—or rather, he came to his senses before he could inch the sheet lower. Instead he simply placed it over her torso and moved another section of sheet so he could reach her legs. He massaged each leg individually, enjoying her groans of gratitude. She had great legs, long and shapely. She even had pretty feet.
    Where exactly are you going with these observations?
    He blinked, his hands pausing on her right calf. She was a customer and a recently abandoned bride. In other words, she was trouble with a capital T, and he needed to get a grip and quick.
    “How are you feeling?” he asked.
    “Mmm,” she murmured in response. “Not bad at all.”
    He