Heaven in Hedonism (The Sinful Series Book 3) by Emma Nichols Page A

last meal before the one I enjoyed with Mac prior to boarding. At the moment, food had lost its flavor. My nerves had kicked in. I could barely concentrate. Honestly, I just wanted to get away from them and all their happiness. It was too much, made me too acutely aware of what I was missing.
    An hour later at the hospital I felt no better. Sure my stomach was full, but that just meant there was food to lose while it was churning. Luckily, I had a task to focus on. While Sin and Ben dressed the twins and gathered their belongings, I took pictures. Somehow, I had managed to capture all those adoring looks and so much love. My heart absolutely ached. Don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled for Sin. She and Ben were a perfect match. The more time I spent with them, the more convinced I became that I would never find that. It had to be rare.
    We headed down the elevator to the lobby area. Ben went to pull up the vehicle while we waited. “I can’t believe this is my life sometimes,” Sin confided in me. “I look at these amazing babies and can’t understand how anything so perfect came out of me. I spend time alone with Ben and I wonder what I ever did to win the love of such a devoted and affectionate man. Oh, Jolie, hug me!” Then, before I could agree, she wrapped her arms around me. We hugged a moment and I was pretty sure we were both crying when Ben returned.
    “What? I can’t leave you two alone for a moment. Did you not get the memo? This is a joyous occasion.” He hugged his wife to his chest. “I love you, Sin. Thank you for making me a daddy and a husband. I couldn’t have this life with anyone but you.”
    Hearing his heartfelt words only made me cry harder. Apparently it had the same effect on Sin. She was struggling to keep the happiness leakage under control. Ben reached over and lifted one car seat at a time, snapping them into place in the SUV.
    Finally, after they loaded the babies in the car, and I had taken shots of them waving as they drove away, I headed to my vehicle. This was going to be a long day. I had almost seven hours to kill before Mac arrived and only an hour of laundry to do. With all these years of experience, I could pack in my sleep. What the hell was I going to do with myself?
    The answer seemed obvious. I played the game I had started most recently. What would Sin do? She didn’t freak out. She knew how to relax. Most importantly, Sin always looked fabulous. Since I was going away with a man for the first time ever , I wanted to look the part. As soon as I reached my apartment, I dragged my bag into the bedroom, emptied it, and started that load of laundry. Once that was done, I sat back in the lounge chair and started researching spas.
    There had to be at least one local place that could take me last minute and keep me occupied for the remainder of the day. Maybe I could find some beauty products. Certainly, there was nothing wrong with me that an afternoon of pampering and relaxing couldn’t fix, right? Seriously, even I had doubts. Worse, I had no idea where to look, where to begin. Sin had always done this for us. Mostly, she knew I wasn’t really into it. Spas were her thing. I didn’t know how to relax. My habit had always been to work until I crashed. I’d sleep as long as my body needed, then I’d wake up. It was my standard cycle.
    Lately I had been working myself until I dropped. The flex hours at work allowed for that nicely. Only now, it seemed like it wasn’t enough. I needed that change. So I looked up Living Social in San Francisco. Of course, I had to create a damn account because I’d never had one before, but it was the only way I knew to find some spas. The first place on there was Zazen. It showed a woman floating in water. That was the entire therapy, just floating in ten inches of water. I didn’t have a private pool at the moment. It might be nice to float around for sixty minutes and just relax.
    Punching the numbers into my phone, I decided to check