*Trisha*

Julia Moretti has got to be the most complicated person I've ever met. Yet somehow, Nate is totally obsessed with her. And it's not just Nate. It's Paul now, too? Just like James before? I don't get it! Seriously, I don't. Watching Nate lose it when he found out Paul and Julia are a thing is definitely going to give his weak heart a workout. Fortunately, Nate has a full day to himself today before we travel to Boston, Massachusetts. A much-needed day off!

"So what are you gonna do all day today?" I ask, popping a grape in my mouth as we all sit together for breakfast.

"Not sure, but I know what YOU'RE gonna do all day." Nate flashes a smile my way, gaining everyone's attention. At first I think he is flirting with me, which isn't surprising. He flirts with virtually everyone. He IS America's heartthrob after all.

"Oh??"

Yep, first I booked a day for you to relax at " Well at Mayflower Spa." It boasts five-star reviews and is recognized as a top-notch spa. You can take Mila-my treat. Then, you're heading to the Saltana Cave. It's this spa, kind of like a cave, surrounded by tons of Himalayan salt rocks."

"Oh, I've heard of these salt caves before!" I exclaim with excitement. "They're supposed to be very therapeutic." I turn to Mila, who only smiles politely. Either she doesn't understand or isn't impressed. Either way, she doesn't show the same enthusiasm I do.

"Evan, go with them. I'm not going anywhere today. I'm just gonna lounge around here and do nothing."

"Well, you guys have fun with that. We're going to check out this aquarium not far from here. Oh..that is... is that fine, Nate?" Jonah second-guesses the plans he made with Casey, wondering if leaving Nate alone is a good idea. Nate rolls his eyes at his nurse to let him know he's fine.

"You guys go. Enjoy. I don't need anyone with me here. Seriously. I may even catch up on some sleep." Nate admits, and we all silently agree. He looks tired. Exhausted, to be perfectly honest. I'm not sure what exactly is going on or if it's just the stress of being on tour, but the dark circles under Nate's eyes make Holly work harder to conceal with her makeup, and he is eating half as much or often as he usually does.

"You sure you don't want to join us?" Evan asks, feeling awkward going to the spa with two women.

"I'm sure. Don't worry, Scofield, I paid for all the services they offer for three people. You can get a massage and a pedicure as well. You're off the clock today. Well, still make sure the girls are safe, but enjoy yourself too." Nate chuckles, and I notice him push his half-eaten breakfast to the side. I frown when I notice and see Jonah and Casey share a look as well.

"Are you sure you're ok?" I can't help but ask, and in return get the same eyeroll Jonah received from Nate.

"Positive. Just leave the food here. I'll take a shower now and eat later," Nate says, leaving his breakfast barely touched as he heads to the master bedroom. I let out an exaggerated sigh and shake my head.

"Ok, guess we're gonna have a spa day." I grin at Mila, but her eyes are on the closed master bedroom door, concerned for Nate.

"Penso che restero qui e mi rilassero." Mila mumbles, her eyes still focused on the door. I know some Italian, but it took a moment to comprehend what she said, which was that she wants to stay here and relax.

"Here, as in... this room here?" I raise my brows. I know Mila. If we leave her all alone with Nate, she will have her way with him. I don't think Nate is ready for that and his heart is for sure too fucking weak right now.

"No, la mia stanza."

"Yeah, I haven't a clue what she is saying." Jonah clears off his plate and starts eating some of Casey's leftovers off her plate, making her laugh.

"She's gonna stay here. In her room." I turn back to Mila. "Are you sure? Nate paid for the spa day... " I say, but then realize Mila isn't wowed by a spa day. She makes just as much, if not more than Hollan. Her whole life is a spa day.

"I stay." She stands and makes eye contact with her two statues of bodyguards that are positioned by the door.

"Guess it's just me and you, hotstuff." I shrug and smile at Evan, who suddenly looks uncomfortable. "Oh, please, you have had to endure spa days with me before. I do believe you enjoyed the back massage last time." I wink.

"Yes, ma'am," Evan says, staying professional at all times.

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I glance to the side and smirk. Evan is stretched out on the massage table next to me, eyes closed and completely at ease...something rare to see in him or any of Nate's bodyguards. He's covered in oil, his back muscles being kneaded by the attractive masseuse. I swear places like this only hire drop dead gorgeous women and men.

"See? I knew you'd enjoy this.." I say in almost a whisper as my calves get worked on.

"I was not hired to participate in spa days." Evan's eyes remain closed and I can't help but smile at the stubborn bodyguard. He is soooo loving this, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"I'm pretty sure you're hired to do whatever the hell Hollan wants you to do." I tease, admiring his toned back slathered in oil. Christ....

"Not true."

"Hey it's this or stuck back at the hotel watching Nate and Mila flirt with each other all day...." I huff, disappointed Mila didn't want to join us at the spa. I knew she wasn't wow'd by it but now I'm worried about her motives. Did she stay behind to be with Nate? Should I be worried? I mean....they ARE both single. They can do whatever the hell they want. But I know Nate. He'll feel guilty somehow and beat himself up over shit. His heart doesn't need that kind of stress.

"No thank you. I'd rather be here." He admits.

Two stunning women, wrapped in the spa's luxurious white robes, step in prepared for their treatments. They appear to be their mid-twenties, both with long dark hair and sculpted figures. Both catch sight of Evan and begin checking him out, completely unnoticed by him. Neither self conscious whatsoever as they drop their robes without a lick of discretion, showing off their naked bodies before lying on their massage tables. Whispers and giggles fill the air but the bodyguard pays no attention to the girls.

"So what's next on our agenda?" He asks, eyes still closed, oblivious to the brunettes wanting his attention.

"Getting your phone number."

My eyes widen at the boldness of one of the two girls on the other side of Evan. She's lying on her stomach, enjoying her massage while gazing at him.

"I think she's talking to you, hotcheeks." I chuckle. He slowly opens his eyes and turns his head to the other side.

"Are you single?" The beautiful girl asks and flashes a perfect smile.

"Me??" Evan's raises his brows and the girls both laugh.

"Yes, you. What's your name?" She bats her long lashes his way. "And......are you single?"

For the first time, I see Evan Scofield looking genuinely uneasy as the girls flirt with him. He shifts up so he is leaning on his forearms and makes eye contact with them both.

"Rafael and he's married." I flip over to my front and sit up, holding the towel to my bare chest.

"Oh...." The girl's face turns three shades redder and she looks over to her friend for help. "Sorry... no ring... I just-"

"Ready, darlin'? Time to shower." I hop off the table and grab Evan's hand, helping him to his feet. He fumbles with his towel, trying to cover himself from the waist down.

"Yes, ma'am," Evan mutters, scrambling to keep up as I grab our robes.

"Enjoy your day, ladies." I toss a glance over my shoulder at the two girls, giving Evan's towel-covered backside a playful squeeze as we leave the room. The man practically jumped two feet in the air and gasped. It was  hysterical!

"Rafael???" He cocks a brow to me once the door is closed. "I don't look like a Rafael, do I?"

"Not at all. That's why it's so funny."  I read the sign to see where the steam rooms are located and Evan follows me down the hall like a lost puppy.

"And married??"

"It was either that or telling them you were gay. Judging how they act, I bet they wouldn't care and keep flirting with you." I hold on to my towel with one hand and open the door to the last vacant steam room with the other. "C'mon, we'll share. All the other's are occupied. Last thing you need is more of THAT, sexy." I tick my head to the room we just exited and with hesitation, Scofield actually joins me in the steam room. He holds his towel so tight his knuckles are white and sits on the bench across from me instead of next to me.

"Well, that relaxing massage went sideways, you're stiffer now than you were when we entered this place. Relax. you'd think that was the first time a few ladies have hit on you, Scofield." I snort.

"I keep to myself, ma'am." Evan leans casually against the wall, his hands folded in lap over his towel, his stance relaxed with his knees wide apart under the towel. Sexy as fuck. Does he even realize it??? I don't think he does.

"God, you're killing me." I huff and close my eyes, clearly attracted to that perfect body of his.

"Pardon?"

"Nevermind." I shake my head. The man is clueless. Absolutely clueless! One of these days I'm gonna pounce on him and have my way. He's not gonna know what hit him, with the way he is so oblivious to all the signs and hints I give.

It's becoming a game to me.

A fun one at that!

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