keep from completely losing it and doubling over in laughter. There wasn’t much she loved more than embarrassing her niece with sex talk. Considering Lex had a lot of opinions about Grace’s love life, or lack of it lately, she felt justified.
“Okay. That’s quite enough. Point taken,” Lex said, standing and straightening her shoulders. “I’m going to head back for my massage.” She eyed Lance. “Do your magic. Her date is a thirty-four-year-old hottie.”
“Lex,” Grace hissed.
The younger woman finger-waved at her aunt and hurried into the back of the spa.
“A younger man, huh?” Lance asked as he mixed the dye to touch up her roots. “You’ll definitely need that cooter wax then.”
That was it. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Laughter burst from her lips and tears rolled down her cheeks as her body shook uncontrollably.
“Laugh all you want, but you know I’m right.” He blew her a kiss in the mirror and started to work his magic.
Chapter Six
With her hair freshly dyed and cut so that it had plenty of movement, Grace already felt like a million bucks as she followed an esthetician named Carrie back to one of the spa’s treatment rooms.
“Your hair looks amazing, Ms. Valentine,” Carrie said. “Lance outdid himself.”
“Thanks. I love it.”
“Good. That’s what we like to hear. Why don’t you lie down and we’ll get started on your tinting.”
Grace did as she was told and stared up at one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. She had long, straight black hair that was pulled up into a sleek ponytail, deep blue eyes, perfect skin, and the whitest smile Grace had ever seen. She was a walking advertisement for the spa services if there ever was one.
“Okay, then. Black for the eyelashes?” Carrie asked.
“Yes, please.”
“What about your eyebrows? Usually people go just a shade darker than their natural brows, but we can go darker if you want.”
Grace opted to go just a shade darker. This was the first time she was having her brows done, and she didn’t want to end up regretting anything. It didn’t take long for Carrie to work her magic, and in no time, she said, “All done. Unless…”
“Unless what?” Grace asked, blinking up at her.
“Your eyebrows could use some shaping, and what do you do about your mustache?”
“Mustache?” Grace asked, automatically bringing her fingertips to her upper lip.
“It’s not thick, so not super noticeable. If it was all blond, I wouldn’t worry about it. But you do have some dark hair there. Lance said you have a hot date tonight and…” She shrugged. “If you want me to wax it, we have time.”
Mustache? Grace knew it would be a problem eventually. As her mother aged, her lady stache had turned into quite the thick garden. But Grace hadn’t noticed that hers was that bad. Or had she just not been looking? She sat up. “Can I see a mirror?”
“Sure.” Carrie handed her a hand mirror and took a step back to lean against the counter. “Like I said, it’s not super noticeable—”
“It is. It definitely is,” Grace said, horrified as she turned her head back and forth, wondering when all that hair had sprouted on her face. Had she gone blind? Because the person looking back at her in the mirror appeared to be growing a pelt of fur on her upper lip. “Wax it and the brows, and heck, my chin too if you think it needs it. Wax it all.”
“Are you sure? It’ll leave you red for a few hours,” Carrie warned.
“I’m sure. I’ll even take a leg and Brazilian wax if there’s time.” Brazilian? Had she lost her mind?
Carried chuckled. “You must have one hell of a date tonight.”
“Let’s just say that Grace might be getting her groove back.”
“Hmm, well, I wouldn’t recommend a Brazilian the day of your date. Things will be sensitive for a bit.” Eyeing Grace she said, “I recommend some strategic grooming and a shave for this one. But make another appointment in a week or so and we can get you started with the legs and a Brazilian if you’re still up for it.”
“Oh, thank the gods,” Grace said, breathing out a sigh of relief. “I really, really wasn’t looking forward to that.”
Laughing, Carrie reminded her to just relax and quickly waxed away all of Grace’s excess facial hair. “It’ll be red for a few hours but should fade before your date tonight.”
“Thanks, Carrie.” Grace gave the woman a hug. “I’ll be back for the leg wax.”
“And the Brazilian?”
“Eh,