Something Stinks at the Spa by Jordan Castillo Price

Author:Jordan Castillo Price
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal cozy series, paranormal romance, paranormal cozy, mm paranormal cozy, gay romance, mm romantic comedy, mm romance, magic, wizard
Publisher: JCP Books LLC
Published: 2019-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

8

I HURRIED BACK TO OUR room and found Dixon standing amid a riot of shredded paper that extended from one end of the room to the other. He whirled around to face me, cheeks flushed. And not just from the sauna, either. “Yuri Volnikov,” he said. “What you did back there, handling that self-important pseudo-intellectual so-and-so? Never in my life have I seen someone be so deliciously butch.”

I crossed my arms...and felt thread snapping again. With a sigh, I dropped my arms to my sides. “All the playacting in the world won’t help us if we can’t find that paper.” I turned toward the shreds to comb through them for bits of Spellcraft. I could feel Dixon watching me, but pretended I was unaware. Because it was unlike me to not only agree to such a bizarre scheme as this “masseuse” business, but to embrace it. It felt vulnerable, in a way, committing to helping this resort, these people. And vulnerability is something I avoid all cost.

Dixon wasn’t buying the ruse of me not paying him any attention. He sidled up to me, hooked his fingers through my belt loops, and turned me to face him. “When this is all over,” he said, “I’m eager to enjoy a private pasta, or raven, or whatever.”

When it was over. If it was ever over.

With an alluring flutter of his eyelashes, Dixon said, “I have it on good authority that the masseuse is an expert all the way from Europe...and he’s well-versed in some very exotic techniques.”

I sighed.

Dixon tugged himself up against me and bumped our pelvises together. “Look at it this way. How many people can say they impressed a critic from Vacation Nation with nothing but a few twigs and a whole lot of heart? I have to admit, though, I’m surprised to see you throwing yourself into the role. Don’t get me wrong, I’m utterly delighted—”

“It’s Janet,” I admitted. “She tries so hard. It would be a shame for all her effort to be for nothing.” It seemed unfair that a year of unexpected weather and a single damaged Spellcraft could ruin a business that took generations to build. Not that I took any stock in the concept of fairness.

“You and me? We’re obviously meant to solve his riddle.”

I scoffed.

“It’s true.” Dixon guided my hands around his waist, then released them to loop his arms around my neck as he melted up against me. “If anyone can figure this out, it’s us. A Scrivener and a Seer—the right hand of Spellcraft and the left—drawn together, against all odds, across the very ocean. If that’s not a stunning example of Kismet, I don’t know what is.” His mouth pressed to mine and his tongue toyed at the seam of my lips. Playfully—yet with utmost seriousness. I understood, now, in a way I hadn’t really considered before, that while ignorance might be bliss, Dixon’s happiness didn’t mean he was floundering in the dark.

No. It meant that he himself shone with enough brightness to illuminate the darkness.

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