Clover POV
I stepped out of the shower still half-laughing at the mess with Cameron. The hot water had washed off the awkward residue of his wrong-name moan, but my brain kept replaying the “open relationship” pitch like it was a bad rom-com line. I wrapped a towel around myself and padded into the bedroom, phone in hand, when it buzzed with a message from my spa manager.
“Client requesting the full facial with you specifically. Said it’s urgent and only you’ll do. She’s already here waiting.”
I stared at the screen for a second. Normally I’d have rolled my eyes and stayed home to overthink Cameron’s latest disaster, but the idea of escaping my own four walls sounded way too good. At least at the spa I could focus on someone else’s pores instead of my own life choices.
“Be there in twe
