Ivy moved to settle on her knees in front of Scotty's head and she squirted some oil onto her palms, rubbing them together to get warm before she began to work on his shoulders. She didn't mind it if he wanted to talk. Some people did, and some people preferred silence. Ivy tended to let whoever she was massaging dictate how chatty she was.
"I worked a few temp jobs after high school and hated office hours," she explained. "So I decided to get certified as a massage therapist. My mom was a traveling nurse, so I think I inherited some of that from her. Being able to help people, but also being able to take my skills wherever I wanted to."Ivy knew sleeping in that box probably hadn't been very comfortable for him, and she could feel some of the muscles in his shoulders near his neck were knotted. "I'm sorry you had to sleep in that box. It's good that it was there if you couldn't get back to the lodge, but I can't imagine you slept very well."