When they’d returned from the trail yesterday, he’d called and asked Emily to help him set up a spa afternoon and fairy tale evening for Callie, and when she’d asked if it was okay to send masseurs, he’d envisioned men with pasty skin from working indoors. Men who were more into manicures than muscles. What the hell had he been thinking? What man wouldn’t want to massage half-naked women for a living? He eyed Sweets sleeping beneath his desk. If only he could push the jealousy away that easily. He felt like he might burst if he didn’t get the worry out of his head. He needed a distraction, and calling his youngest brother, Luke, would have to do. Luke answered on the second ring. “Hey, Wes. What’s up, lover boy?” “Christ. I see you spoke to Ross.” “Emily. She said you were setting up a day of pampering and an evening of fairy tale wonder, whatever the hell that means, for Callie Barnes.” “I should have known.
