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began to massage lavender-scented scrub onto her face. It smelled wonderful, and Lana inhaled deeply before voicing her primary thought. “Does Enar always bring his dates here?”
    “Who is Enar?”
    “Sorry, Fred.”
    “Oh. No, he never brings dates here. I was referring to other clients. Usually when a woman gets the works, there is a reason. It was a roundabout way for me to be nosy.”
    Lana chuckled, instantly relaxing as Olive continued her facial.
    As the day wore on, Olive washed and trimmed her hair, waxed her eyebrows, and then gave her a manicure and pedicure, followed by an application of makeup. When Lana was finally allowed to look in the mirror, she was pleasantly surprise and felt completely underdressed in dirty jeans and a wrinkled shirt. She gave Olive a smile, self-conscious of her appearance. “You made me look fantastic. Now all I need is some clothing.”
    Olive smiled back. “You are a very good client. It has been a pleasure.”
    “Thank you.”
    Enar whistled a catcall at her, causing her to turn in surprise. “Wow. The lady becomes more beautiful with each passing hour.” Lana blushed again, glad the makeup hid the flames in her cheeks. Enar chuckled and handed her a bag. “The bathroom is in the back. You really look amazing.”
    Lana escaped into the bathroom. “I’m getting so tired of blushing,” she mumbled as she pulled out a pair of leather jeans that laced up the sides and a very pretty black-and-orange lace shirt with wispy, flared sleeves. At the bottom of the bag were three lace-accented bras, with matching panties. She pulled the softest set off the hanger and slid them on, followed by the pants and shirt. It was not her usual style, but the clothing fit perfectly. She stuffed her dirty jeans and shirt into the bag and walked out, still clad in her worn sandals.
    The smile on Enar’s face said clearly that he approved. With a bow of his head, he led her back to the car. In the backseat were a variety of bags. “What did you do, go on a shopping spree?”
    “Yes, I did. I got your clothing size before you woke up this morning. Now we just need to get you some shoes. I couldn’t read the size. Your sandals are worn to shit.”
    “I like them. Unfortunately for me, I’m limited as far as what shoes I can wear. Forget about sexy heels, my knee won’t take it. I had to give all my cool shoes away.”
    “I know where to shop.”
    She shook her head, smiling. “I thought that you hated to shop and that you liked women who were into material things even less. You didn’t need to do this.”
    “I know. I wanted to. I didn’t say that I don’t like my woman to be spoiled and pampered. I just don’t like it when she automatically expects it. You are not like that.”
    “Thank you, but did you really have to buy out the whole town?”
    Enar chuckled. “I didn’t, and what I purchased is good for the economy. I know my town well and have many friends here. I grew up here. Many of the people I went to school with still work in town and a few of the businesses are mine.”
    “Is that why I got instant, first-class treatment at the salon? You own the place?”
    “I own half. Lee owns the other half.”
    “What’s in the bags?”
    He stopped for a red light, staring at her as if the answer was obvious. “You need clothing.”
    Sagging slightly in the seat, she stared at him in dismay. “I have clothing at home.”
    His poignant expression and puppy-dog eyes were pathetic. “Why? Are you in a hurry to go home?”
    Lana was at a loss for a reply. She was overwhelmed with his generosity, and his reluctance to take her home made her wonder what he expected in return. Was it possible that his gestures were different from his read-between-the-lines comments, and that he simply wanted to be with her? Lana wanted to be with him. She wanted to experience everything that Enar had alluded to, put some adventure back into her otherwise boring life. She really didn’t have much