Indecent Danger (Danger Incorporated #3)(24)

“I’m not sure any woman has used the words ‘safe’ and ‘Shane’ in the same sentence, but if you’re sure…”

The sound of Travis and Shane at the suite door made Aubrey hop off the bed. “They’re back. I want to hear what they learned from Martin. Can I call you later?”

“You better. Keep me in the loop.”

Aubrey rang off and stepped into the living room where the two men were already sitting on the couch, deep in conversation.

“What happened? What did he say?”

Travis tugged her down next to him and pressed a soft kiss on her temple. “I have a favor to ask you, baby.”

She’d climb Mount Everest for this man.

“Name it.”

“I’d like to treat you to a luxury day at the spa. All the trimmings. Manicure, pedicure, facial, massage, plus anything else we can find. What do you say?”

From the sly expression on his face this wasn’t just about treating her like a princess, but who was she to turn down a day of pampering?

“I’m in. Now tell me why I’m really doing this.”





Chapter Thirteen




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“Have a seat and Mary will be right with you.”

Aubrey climbed into the pedicure chair, careful not to spill the glass of Chablis the spa staff had poured for her. Wrapped in a fluffy white robe and slippers, she’d spent most of the day being massaged and beautified. The only item left was a mani-pedi.

It was her last chance to meet up with Iris Perry, Bruce’s girlfriend. Shane had done some snooping around this morning after she refused to talk to them about Bruce. Iris was spending the day in the spa which was the motivator behind Travis sending Aubrey here for the full treatment. She’d been exfoliated, plucked, and massaged to within an inch of her life but she hadn’t been able to maneuver anywhere near Bruce’s girlfriend. Now Aubrey was finally sitting next to Iris for at least the next thirty minutes if not more, and the woman couldn’t get up and walk away with wet toe polish.

Aubrey relaxed back in the heated chair and sighed, a contented smile on her lips. “I could get used to this.”

The woman next to her smiled as well, lifting her wine glass in a toast. “No kidding. This is exactly what I needed today.”

Iris Perry was an attractive woman in her mid to late twenties with copper colored hair and dark eyes. She was also draped in a thick white robe but Aubrey could easily see that the woman sported a neat, trim figure. Not surprising.

Bruce had never spent much time or energy on unattractive females.

“Rough week?” Aubrey asked innocently. “My boss has been running me ragged but my boyfriend treated me to a day of pampering. He’s the best.”

Shane and Travis had coached Aubrey unmercifully about this conversation and being careful in general, but Iris had given her an opportunity to bring up boyfriends right off the bat.

“You’re lucky. Most men are too cheap. They only do things that have some benefit to themselves.”

The spa manager refilled Iris’s empty wine glass. Hopefully the alcohol would loosen her tongue.

“Sounds like you need a new man. What’s your type?”

Iris took a big drink and laughed, her hand over her mouth as if she didn’t want to tell a secret.


“The same type any girl wants. Handsome. Built. Rich. Generous. Your typical Prince Charming. Is that too much to ask?” The woman sighed, her gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. “Men like that don’t grow on trees. I’ve maybe met one man who fit that description. What about you?”

Keep it light but keep her talking.

“My boyfriend is pretty wonderful, and sexy as hell. But he’s not perfect, of course. I think every man has at least a few good qualities. I’m sure your boyfriend has a couple.”

“He loves me and that’s what’s important. He’s also gorgeous.”

Aubrey had to fight the urge to frown or laugh. Iris must not have that high of a standard. “He sounds pretty great. How long have you been together?”

“About a year, give or take. What about you?”

The wine was doing its thing. Iris’s face was flushed and her eyes were glazed over. The staff had been plying them with booze all day long, although Aubrey had kept her intake to a minimum.

“A month. Not long, really. We’re in the new stage I guess you would call it.”

Iris giggled and tossed back the rest of her wine. “I love the beginning. It’s all sex and puppy dog eyes.”

“You need more wine.” Aubrey pointed to Iris’s glass. “I’ll get someone’s attention.”

“I shouldn’t have any more. I’ll be asleep before dinner at this rate.”

“You look like a woman that can handle her drink.”

Aubrey wasn’t above flattering Iris if it would help. So far the entire conversation was quite surreal. Iris was speaking about Bruce as if he were still alive. The praise she’d heaped upon the deceased also seemed strange since he had few friends to compliment him.

“Maybe one more,” Iris agreed with a sleepy smile. “I really needed this today. It’s been a bitch of a weekend so far.”

“That’s terrible. What happened?” Aubrey asked casually. “Work troubles?”