The soft chime of the glass door closed behind them, sealing out the city noise. Rodger said he'd wait for them in the car but Celeste refused, and asked him to drive around, if he wanted.
Celeste's heels clicked once against the polished marble before the sound disappeared into the thick, serene hush of the spa.
"Oh no," Celeste muttered under her breath.
That got Amara's attention. She finally tore her eyes from her phone, blinked, and took in the space. The spa was immaculate, tranquil…and utterly deserted. Not another guest was in sight.
Her eyebrows shot up. "Don't tell me your boyfriend booked the whole place."
Celeste's lips pressed together. She nodded, giving a silent confirmation she didn't want to give.
Before Amara could tease her, two receptionists glided forward from behind the marble counter. Both wore polite smiles and uniforms.
One of them folded her hands in front of her and dipped her head slightly.
