*Phoenix POV*
After a long and admittedly much needed massage Robyn and I were both lounging on a plush recliner in the middle on an indoor garden. Neither the fountain’s rhythmical ambiance nor the lush green tropical ferns, towering high above my head, could distract me from my thoughts. The remembered sight of unruly red curls struck a nerve, and I couldn’t figure out why. Who was he? And why was Annabella talking to him in the far corner of the parking lot?
“We should spy on people more often,” Robyn purred from the recliner next to mine. She was wrapped in a fluffy white robe with her feet soaking in a fragrant mineral bath, and so was I. Humming my agreement I relished in the feel of the tiny bubbles that came from the small yet powerful jets massaging my feet, while the steam f
