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tiny people, trying to figure out who was in which bassinette and which diaper to put on first. She figured her nose would be up to that task, but her voice recognition was way below the standard people seemed to expect from the blind. She’d make a horrible penguin. The thought made her giggle. “I thought I might stick to two kids—a few years apart. Not quintuplets.”
     
    “That’s just your lazy-girl talking.” Greg chuckled. “So, you kept your end of the deal. Your masseur will be in your room at eight. I’m giving him the spare key card, but he’ll knock.”
     
    “You won’t be introducing us?”
     
    “Nope. I have a massage booked for myself at the same time. I have this competitive urge to see how much better at it I am than the standard spa girl-or-guy.”
     
    Maddie laughed. “I’m sure you could teach them a thing or two.”
     
    “Nuh-uh. I’m all in it for the pleasure, this time.” He gave her a peck on the cheek and went to pull away, but then caught her hand again. “Oh—I ought to tell you, your masseur’s damn good at what he does. He’s a trainee, but more like a prodigy.”
     
    She sighed in anticipation. “Oh, that sounds good.”
     
    “But he doesn’t speak a word of English apart from ‘no’, which doesn’t really help because he doesn’t know what he’s saying ‘no’ to. Oh, and he wears way too much body-spray, which is something I’ll need to address when I can get a training interpreter who can speak Czech. Can’t have him drowning out the essential oils.”
     
    Maddie frowned. “How am I supposed to communicate with him?”
     
    “I’ve printed Braille cards for him to give you, don’t worry.”
     
    “You’re amazing.”
     
    “Of course.” Greg let go her hand and headed for their adjoining door. “If all goes well, we’ll both have the time of our lives this evening!”
     

     
    Greg wasn’t kidding about the masseur’s cologne. Even before he was a few steps into her room, she was assaulted by a nasal punch of patchoulis. It wasn’t unpleasant, but maybe it could be dialed back by half a bottle or so. She smiled in the masseur’s direction and breathed shallowly as a set of cards was placed into her fingers. The top one read, ‘I am Anton. I will be giving you your deep-tissue massage today. While you read these cards, I’ll set up the massage table. It will be five feet in front of your bed, running parallel to the foot.’
     
    She smiled. So like Greg to make sure she could find her way without having to ask for help. The second card listed the oil options, from sweet almond, wintergreen, lavender and pure wheat germ oil—she opted for the latter. That would soften her skin, too. She pulled a band off her wrist and bundled her hair into a loose bun at the back to keep her hair clear of her neck and shoulders. Then she read the next card.
     
    ‘I have placed a towel gown on the bed to your right’, it said. ‘Please undress in your own time and I will tap you on the wrist when the table is ready. Please lie face down on the table with your arms to your side behind you. I will tap the soles of your feet when the massage is complete.’
     
    Maddie looped the gown over her forearm and made her way to the bathroom, where she slipped out of her skinny jeans and top and stripped down to her panties. She felt a little shiver as the material brushed against her bare nipples as she pulled it on. Even as she tied the gown around her, she felt weirdly exposed. She found the wall switch for the fan and silenced it, putting her ear to the little crack of the bathroom door. Anton was busy setting up the main room—she heard the clink of bottles on a side table, grunts of effort and snaps of hinges as he fought with the fold-out massage table. She wondered if Anton was cute.
     
    She closed her eyes and a flash of Greg’s twenty-two year old face appeared inside her lids. She didn’t want to know if Anton was cute, or even what he looked