‘Mmm. That feels wonderful.’ Becca opened an eye to watch Bronte being oiled and massaged by a woman who looked as if she could give a sumo wrestler a run for his money. A screen was pulled between them and across the bottom to give Becca complete privacy for the next step of her treatment. The beautician gave her an encouraging smile and asked her to bend her knees and spread them wide. Becca did as she was told. She took a breath and waited for hot wax to touch the most sensitive part of her. It was hot but not burning, thank God. It would be worth it to see Lucas’s face. She’d never had a Brazilian wax, even though plenty of the girls she knew had one regularly. And Lucas had certainly never complained. The thought that maybe he preferred her au natural had her wonder if she was doing the right thing. But it was too late now. She gritted her teeth as the beautician went to work quickly and efficiently. Later, the girls had their hair washed and blow-dried before they treated themselves to a long, leisurely lunch.
