Call To Engage. Tawny Weber

telling Elijah that the massage therapist was probably a woman.

      Cool, he grinned.

      He wouldn’t mind being rubbed down by female hands. Something that his recovery had put on the no-fly list for the last few months.

      He stripped down, neatly folding his clothes and stacking them on the chair. Comfortable with his nudity, he reached for the ceiling, stretching out muscles still tight from yesterday’s drive, then climbed under the sheet.

      Maybe that was his problem, Elijah considered as he propped his chin on his fists and began systematically relaxing his muscles. He started with his toes, breathing deep, relaxing each digit before moving on to his ankles and calves.

      Maybe all he needed was a good lay. A hot ride to clear his pipes, knock loose the kinks and get him back in fighting condition.

      His eyes drifted closed as he felt a few of the tighter knots loosen in his thigh. Seemed like his body was all for that idea.

      About the time he’d breathed relaxation into his shoulders, he heard the door open. A familiar scent tickled his awareness, teased his senses with both desire and dread.

      “Sorry I’m running late, Mr. Banner. Bruce, is it?” There was humor in the friendly words and a hint of doubt. “I hope my delay didn’t upset you.”

      Elijah didn’t have to turn his head to know who had just walked in. Like her scent, he’d know her voice anywhere.

      Fuck.

      He was going to kick Mack’s ass sideways.

      He forced his expression to clear before he turned on the massage bed, propping himself on one elbow and offering as close to a friendly smile as he could manage.

      “Hello, Ava.”