Scotty was definitely doing his best to pay attention to Ivy, but he couldn't help the involuntary grunt that escaped him when she started on his shoulders and neck. "That's pretty cool," he said after a minute. "Setting your own hours, and being able to travel. That's rad. You like doing this, it seems like."
He scoffed at her little apology. "It feels dumb complaining to you. You got the worst of it. Did that mark on your arm go away yet, by the way?" He probably would have looked then, if he wasn't already so into the massage. He for sure should have taken advantage of her services sooner. "I'm glad I found that shit, but I don't think I slept for more than five fucking minutes. That was a bad night all around."