"You'd need a professional masseuse, for starters," Cathy teased, fingers gripping his shoulders now, working in small circles. "A really, really good one." And possibly a travel agent, she added to herself. Maybe they could both use a vacation. Then again, wasn't there the possibility of an upcoming Honeymoon? They hadn't discussed much of anything in detail, but she didn't see that a weekend's reprieve would be entirely out of the question.
"Of course not." She frowned deeply, wondering what exactly made her think she would be worthy of such an exception, anyway. A deep intake of breath, as though she was beginning to speak, was cut short, the idea reconsidered. "Let's not think about it, for now."
But the damage was already done, unfortunately. It was on her mind, and she could tell from one look at Lindsey that it was on his. She sighed, locking her arms around his neck as she stared at the ceiling, searching for an answer.
"Maybe there's some kind of spell?" Not that she knew the first thing about magic, but it seemed like a good place to start.