Jennifer Probst - Searching for Perfect

Ming reached out a hand and pointed to Kate. “You next.”

Kate bit her lip. “Umm, can Arilyn go first?”

“No. You get married soon, no? You need cleansing.”

Kate shuddered and slowly stood up. “Okay. I think.”

Ming’s sharp gaze swung to Arilyn. “You drink more tea and wait. You have man?”

Arilyn nodded. “Yes, I have a man.”

Ming frowned and jumped up and down in temper. “Your man no good for you. I feel this. You need to refresh aura for right man.”

Arilyn’s mouth dropped open. “No, I don’t! I’m—happy.”

“You lie. I speak with you later.” Kennedy buried her face in Nate’s robe and tried hard not to laugh. Ming was a massage therapist, healer, and psychic, and no one ever knew what type of session they’d have. Her humor was short-lived when Ming focused all that concentration on her. “You marry this man?”

“Not yet. One day. Right now, we’re happy the way things are.”

Nate tugged at a wayward curl. “Yes, we’re getting married. As soon as I convince her,” he said with an amused grin. They had decided to move in together and had settled into a happy routine, inviting Connor to join in on their eclectic family and encouraging him to pursue school.

Ming nodded, pleased. “She hard case, but you strong. You don’t give up.”

His face softened. “I never will,” he whispered.

The man said the damndest things. She knew they were both right. She’d break down and say yes, but not for a while. It was too much fun to let life take her in this direction, enjoying every second of the incredible gift of Nathan Ellison Raymond Dunkle.

Ming turned to Kate. “We go now.”

Her friend gave a desperate look back and stepped into the hallway. “Bye, guys. Wish me luck.”

The door closed.

Arilyn shook her head. “I’m happy,” she insisted. “Ming is wrong.”

“I believe you, babe. No worries. It’ll all work out in the end.” She looked up at the man she loved and smiled.

“It’ll all be . . . perfect.”