“Why are we here?” Spas were so not his thing.

“We’re on vacation. Besides, it was mom’s day to pick.” Lucas slapped him on the back before walking away.

Grumbling, Benji walked over to the massage tables. Was he just supposed to lie down and wait?

“Hey.”

He turned around to find a girl smiling at him. “Finally. I’ve been waiting.”

“Oh. Do you… well… I mean… I could give you a massage?”

Rolling his eyes, he grunted and lay down without responding.

“Just so you know,” she said as she poured oil on his back, “I don’t work here.”