“Slade is different. You sensed the touch with him and you knew you were meant to be. Nate needs a professional to guide him to the right mate. If I go scratching an itch on impulse, I can end up hurting him and messing up his chances at Kinnections.”
“Ah, you are attracted to him.”
She ignored Arilyn’s smug comment and waved her hand in the air. “Look, I’ll admit he intrigues me. But that’s because he’s a challenge. Emotions get crossed in most of these cases, like a counselor and a patient. Or a yoga teacher and his student.”
Arilyn glared.
Kate spoke up. “Bottom line, we’re here for you. And we’ll have your back if you change your mind.”
Kennedy’s temper dissipated instantly and was replaced by the mushy goo of true friendship. “I love you guys. Thanks. And I promise to eat some bread tomorrow.”
“Thank God.”
They ordered another round and played a game of darts. When they returned to the table, Genevieve and Jane had just come in and wove through the crowd to reach them. Genevieve was Kate’s close friend, but they had all ended up bonding over the past years with Kinnections and formed a tight-knit group. Engaged to a hunky doctor who was also her boss at Westchester Medical Center, Genevieve was a surgical intern. Kate worried about her steadily dropping weight and daily exhaustion, since she worked round the clock and was now planning a wedding. Petite and usually full of a bubbling, fierce energy, she seemed a bit flat tonight. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a simple black shirt, pants, and flats. A strange premonition drifted over her like a cloud when she took in Genevieve’s haunted blue eyes, tired smile, and gaunt waistline. Something was wrong. She held all the signs Kennedy knew well. Struggling with inner demons stole both the light and willpower from a person’s soul. She made a note to try to get her alone for a private chat.
Jane was Slade’s sister, and had met her fiancée through Kinnections. Kennedy was proud of the match and the serene happiness on the young woman’s face. Kennedy had always known that Jane, once a true “Plain Jane” in more ways than one, was a beautiful woman, but needed to build up her confidence. The transformation had been both inside and out. With Arilyn’s counseling, Kate’s patience, and her own makeover skills, Jane had blossomed and found love.
Kennedy reminded herself of other happy-ever-afters when she lay awake at night, not able to sleep. Her job helped others. The years of torture and growth and unhappiness were all made well worth it. And maybe, one day, she’d find her own brand of happiness in love.
The image of Nate’s mouth sliding over hers flickered in her vision.
She pushed it aside.
“How’s it going, ladies? Are we ready for the big engagement parties?” Ken asked.
Gen sighed. “I should’ve just hired a planner, but David says it’s best to control all the details to guarantee perfection. The big news is I’ve made the decision to move out of my bungalow.”
Ken noticed how she darted a nervous look at everyone as if afraid of backlash. Kate gave a long whine. “Nooooo! I’m gonna miss you as my neighbor. Who’s going to feed you and supply you with caffeine?”
Gen smiled. “I’ll miss you too, but David thinks it’s the best move. Silly to keep schlepping my stuff back and forth, and his place is so much bigger and near the hospital. I’m thinking of renting it out, though. I don’t want to give it up.”
An image of Nate and Connor floated past her. The idea formed slowly, but in moments had grown to the size of Jack’s beanstalk. Nate really needed his own place in order to cultivate an intimate, serious relationship. Somehow, she needed to convince either Nate or Connor to move out. Maybe she could offer up Gen’s place? With a few updates and masculine furnishings, it could work.
“Umm, Gen, I may know someone who could rent it for a while.”
“Great. I’ll make a copy of the key and just let me know when they want to look at it.”
“Done.”
A few hours passed. She relaxed under the slight buzz of alcohol, good conversation, and some deep belly laughs. Honestly, girlfriends were the best remedy to any of life’s challenges. Who needed men, after all? After the orgasm, it only went south fast.
The noise in the bar grew as a crowd of college students spilled in and began shouting over a beer funnel. Kate sighed. “I’m getting old. Way too loud in here. Call it a night?”
Gen hiccupped. “No, it’s still early. How about we walk to my place? Ken, you can take a few pictures on your phone and show your friend.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go, ladies. Road trip.”
They slipped out of Mugs and hit the street. Even past eleven, the night was full of action. Lights twinkled from the shops, music spilled from the open door of different cafés, from hard rock to soothing classical, depending on the crowd. A full moon hung in the sky, orange and ripe, as if plucked straight from a children’s picture book. Couples held hands and munched on pastries as they strolled through the town, and groups lounged on terraces, smoking cigarettes and drinking wine.
Ken linked her arm with Kate to keep them both from tripping on their high heels. Jane, Arilyn, and Gen giggled and sang some pop song lyrics off-key. They finally reached Gen’s cozy bungalow and streamed into the living room. The space was small, but the clean, simple lines gave it an impression of space. The eggshell walls set off bold splashes of rich ocean blue and dandelion yellow. A large braided rug covered the bare wood floors and led from the open space of the living room to the kitchen, which held a knotty pine table, small island, and breakfast counter. Ken snapped a few photos while Gen uncorked another bottle of wine. Not too girly, and the place held a lot of character, from the crooked steps that led up to an open-air loft/attic, claw-footed tub in the bathroom, and large Cape Cod windows with shutters. Now she just had to convince Nate it was time to break up the brotherhood duo.
Gen handed out glasses. “Hey, Kate, I have those books for you that I borrowed. I kept forgetting to give them back.” She scooted over to the corner bookcase and grabbed a pile. “The one on stuttering was awesome, it really helped me with one of my patients.”
“Oh, good, but you could’ve kept them. I’ve got so many books, they don’t fit in my bookcases any longer,” Kate said.
“David doesn’t want me to bring too much over. Says most of what I have is junk.”
“Okay, no problem.” She scooped up the pile. “Ouch!” She yanked her fingers back and the books clattered to the floor. “Dammit, I got another shock from that thing.”
“What thing?” Ken reached over and slid out a violet colored, fabric book. Small and square, it had the title The Book of Spells stitched on the front.
Kate glowered and rubbed her hand. “I swear the thing is enchanted. I thought you were giving it to Izzy.”
Gen’s face fell. “No. I thought we’d make a joke about it, maybe cast the silly spell together for fun, but we had another fight and she’s not speaking to me. I hope she comes to the engagement party.”
“I’m sorry, sweets. Your sister’s going through a really hard time right now, but she has to find her own way. I’m sure she won’t miss the party. It’ll blow over,” Kate said.
Kennedy cracked open the cover. A musty scent drifted upward. She flipped through the pages. “Holy crap, it’s a real love spell. A chant to Earth Mother. Hysterical.”
Arilyn snorted. “Spells are just imaginative ways of trying to control our future when we feel completely lost and misguided.”
“I dare you to try it,” Ken threw out.
Arilyn looked at her like she’d gone nuts. “What? I don’t need a love spell, I’m perfectly fine in my current relationship. Gen, Jane, and Kate are engaged. You, my dear, are the one who needs to find Mr. Right.”