"Yes," Paris said, deflating. "Duh."
For a moment there, he'd thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to get Shiloh out at a spa and be free to go do something productive with his time. "Well then. Just give me a moment, sir."
Five minutes on his phone had assured them a spot at the high-end spa one building away. He'd been there before and knew it to be exceptional.
"We can depart whenever you're ready, sir. I've alerted the spa to our arrival. They work exclusively on appointment but are of course unbearably thrilled to make an exception for the chance to service a Pilot."