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“We’re having one too. My parents will use any occasion to have a potluck. It’s really sweet.”

“Back to reality,” Echo said with a sigh. “You ready for it?”

“Not really. I’ll have to wallow for about a week.” She sat down next to me on the bed.

“Need anyone to wallow with?”

I smiled. “I could wallow with you.”

“Can we wallow naked?”

“Oh, yes, nudity is definitely required for wallowing.”

We were interrupted by the arrival of the massage tables and massage therapists. They set us up next to each other and Echo and I went into the bathroom to put on robes.

She reached out and tweaked one of my nipples and I slapped her hand away.

“Not now, we can do that after they leave,” I whispered.

“I’ve never been so eager to get a massage over with,” she said.

Without further incident, we went back into the room and got our couples massage and chatted with each other and the massage therapists as we got our bodies worked on. I think Echo’s massage therapist had a crush on her, but mostly because she appreciated Echo’s muscles. It was only fair, Echo’s musculature should be appreciated.

Our plans of getting sexy after the massage were interrupted when we were both so drunk on the endorphins that we ended up taking a nap together instead.

By the time we woke up, I knew the team was going to be back soon, and I needed to make my way back to my neck of the hotel.

I got dressed slowly and tried not to feel sad that I wasn’t going to get to see Echo again until we got back to Maine.

“What are you doing on Tuesday night?” I asked as she lounged on the bed, still in her robe.

“I don’t know, do you have any ideas?”

“I was thinking we could go out to dinner. Maybe somewhere halfway between us?” That seemed like a fair compromise.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes, I am asking you on a date,” I said.

She got up and skipped over and placed a kiss on my mouth. “Yes, I will go out with you, Kiri. Do you want to pick the place?”

I put my arms on her shoulders.

“No, you can pick. I don’t really care.”

“You have any food allergies?” she asked.

“Nope, I’m good. As long as there is something with cheese, I’m happy.”

She kissed me again. “I think we can accommodate that.”

I kissed her hard, almost as if it was the last time. We were being ridiculous, acting like we were separating for a thousand years instead of for a few days. Plus, we could always text each other.

“I’ll see you back in Maine,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers.

“Have a safe flight, baby.”