Chapter 170
When they got to the spa, Jim was still dubious. “That’s okay, Jim,” Andy said, putting on patronizing airs. “You can wait for us in the car.” Jim rolled his eyes but grudgingly climbed out of the limo to join them.
Robert, surprisingly, was very enthusiastic. He opted eagerly for the mud bath, chattering to anyone who would listen about the algae that gave the mud its restorative properties and the biochemical properties of the various aromatic oils available for massage therapy.
Andy hadn’t been to many spas, but he let Roni tell him what to do—it seemed to be working out for him, today—and got a haircut, a manicure, and some kind of skin treatment followed by a long massage. He all but turned into a puddle in the sauna and goaded Jim into an exchange of suggestive comments about “facials” and “protein supplements.” A late lunch was served with cocktails, because of course. He lounged decadently to watch while Roni, Tiffany, and—surprisingly—Jim got pedicures.