Raina Mayne announced in a singsong voice that brought a grin to Reese’s face on the other end of the phone. “Hey, you,” she greeted her sister, sinking into her favorite armchair in the living room. “How was Italy?” “Absolutely wonderful,” Raina said dreamily. Reese’s grin widened. “I want to hear all about it.” “Well, the conference was productive, of course. I came away with a wealth of information about the latest advances in spa therapy, which I can’t wait to incorporate at Touch of Heaven.” “That’s good.” Reese knew how much her sister’s luxury day spa meant to her. “As great as the conference was,” Raina continued, “the other things we did are what made the trip so special. We went on moonlit gondola rides, explored beautiful vineyards. Oh, and the food, Reesey. The pasta, those gelatos. You would have been in foodie heaven.” Reese smiled, fighting a small pang of envy. “It all sounds very romantic.” “It was. It felt like a second honeymoon.”
