Jennifer Probst - Searching for Someday

“So good. Will you make me coffee?”

“No, drink your water. You’ll never sleep.”

Gen gave a sulky pout but drank the full glass, then dove into the chips. “How was Mugs?”

“Good. We missed you. You never come out anymore. What’s up?”

A strange expression flickered over her tired face. Gen studied her plate. “Just work. David’s been telling me I need to focus more on my career and getting ahead. And he works such crazy shifts, we rarely get to see each other. I just need to cut back on some of my socializing for a little while.”

David, aka Dr. McDreamy, was Gen’s boss, drop-dead gorgeous, charming, and one of the top pediatric surgeons. He spent half of his time at Westchester Medical and the rest at Albany. Kate knew her friend crushed on him for years, like all the other interns, but this past year David finally noticed her. They started an affair but kept it from going public, and for a while Kate watched her friend glow with a deep-seated happiness.

But she was changing: withdrawing from regularly scheduled social get-togethers, working nonstop, and spending all of her free time at David’s place. Kate tried to sort through the emotions, wondering if she was just envious of Gen’s complete focus, or if she just missed her best friend. She shook off her thoughts and forced a smile.

“I understand. Just make sure you take some time to rest and have fun.”

“Yes, Mom.” Gen slumped on the seat, looking sated. “God, that was good. God, I love you.”

Kate laughed and scooped up the plate. “At least someone does.”

“Another bad date?”

“Yep. But I’m done, Gen. Look at this.” She looked around at her bungalow which she loved, from the trendy red kitchen, to the open living room with massive wooden shelves holding her fave movies, music, and books. Gorgeous hardwood floors shone to a bright polish, and it was all cheerfully decorated in yellow and gray. The oversized bay window and seat looked over the tiny patch of lawn and the edge of the Hudson River. “I love my place. I love my job and Robert, and I’m happy. Every time I come home from a date I get depressed, so I’m taking a break. Maybe a year. I’ll focus on growing Kinnections and enjoying myself.”

Gen grabbed her hand and squeezed in sympathy. “Bad dates suck. But I believe you’re meant to find that special person. Sure you don’t want to use your own company to snag someone?”

Kate shook her head. “No, the lines are too blurred as the owner. I’d rather use my energy on my clients. Especially the difficult ones.” Slade’s face drifted past and racked a tiny shudder. Maybe this was the key: focus on proving to Slade that Kinnections works and matching him up. Then she’d go back to her lackluster love life.

Gen slid out of the chair and kissed Robert good-bye. “What’s that awful cliché stuff they always throw at women who are frustrated? You’ll find love when you’re not looking.”

“I hope not. That theory puts me into bankruptcy.”

Gen laughed and hugged her. “Thanks. I needed a little girl talk and food. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

She shut the door behind Gen, turned the deadbolt, and immediately began to strip. She grabbed her favorite ratty flannels, which were faded and soft, and within seconds was curled up on her battered chair. Damn, she’d love one of those cool recliners with the heat and remotes. Maybe she’d treat herself next year for her birthday. Feet propped up on the scratched coffee table, she flipped through her DVR collection of recorded goodies. Robert settled in the pile of blankets next to her, already dozing.

She slipped over to comedies and found it immediately. Her fave. No matter how many times she watched Office Space, it always seemed funny. A sheer classic. She hit Play and settled back.

Yep. Everything would work out.

Perfectly.

SLADE WALKED INTO the small gym Verily boasted and headed toward the back room. He had no idea what to expect, but a good round of workouts was a great way to start a Sunday.

He made his way through an array of hand weights, bench presses, and treadmills, looking longingly out the window at the outside track. He’d much prefer a hard run, his favorite way to exercise, but Arilyn had a different idea.

Slade grudgingly admitted she didn’t strike him as a used-car salesman. She probed with a pure intention, her melodic voice as graceful as her hip-length strawberry hair and smooth movements. Before he knew it, he’d sunk into the plum chair, soothed and relaxed, and began telling her stuff he’d never confessed before.

Humiliating. She’d gotten him good and scheduled him for a special workout that released negative toxins and got him cleared and open for love.

Yeah. Right.

Still, he signed the contract and was determined to uncover every ridiculous, misguided attempt to take his sister’s money. He pushed through the glass doors and entered a small studio.

Crap. It was hot.

Sweat immediately formed on his brow and it wasn’t just the temperature. Kate stood next to Arilyn, dressed in black yoga pants and matching tank. The Lycra cupped her ass like his fingers itched to do and emphasized the full thrust of her breasts. Her hair was clipped high on her head and gave him full access to the smooth, white flesh of her nape and upper back.

He flicked his gaze quickly away as he hardened. Talk about embarrassing, like a teen sporting a boner from his hot teacher. He turned, thought of his last client, a woman weeping in his office because her husband left her with three kids for his secretary. Biggest cliché of all. Thank God, he got back to normal and crossed the room.

“Morning. Is something wrong with the air?”

Kate grinned. Arilyn cleared her throat and motioned toward the other two men in the room. A large, muscled African American guy sported a shaven head, bulging biceps, and tree-trunk thighs exposed in shorts. The other one was on the skinny side, with red hair, pale skin, and covered from chest to ankle in sweats. Slade perspired more just looking at him.

“Gentlemen, if you’ll join me in a circle, please.”

The men obeyed as they all glanced at each other, obviously uncomfortable. The big guy grunted, his face pulled into a good imitation of Mr. T.

“Let me introduce you quickly. Slade, this is Meat.”

Slade’s eyes widened. “Meat?”

Meat glared. “Got a problem with the name?”

“Nope. Just confirming. Nice to meet you.”

Meat nodded.

“And this is Trent.” Slade greeted the younger one, who looked terrified of what Arilyn would do to him. What kind of counseling was this?

He glanced at Kate, but her bright blue eyes danced with glee, confirming this was going to be bad.

Real bad.

He concentrated on Arilyn’s lilting voice. “Each of us has some issues we need to work through in order to be our better selves. The happier and more satisfied we are, the better our relationships. The body holds stress deep in the muscles and blocks many pathways, especially to our heart chakras. Today, we’re going to engage in a session of hot yoga, which will break down some of the barriers we erected. Kate is going to help me assist as I guide you through different postures. Concentrate on your body and your breathing. If you feel the need to rest, please do so. I’ve filled water jugs for each of you and mats are already set up. Any questions?”

Trent made a strangled sound of horror. “I don’t like taking my shirt off in front of anyone,” he said.

Arilyn nodded. “I understand, but that’s one of the blocks I’d like to work with today. There’s nothing wrong with your body. You’ve been used to hiding behind clothes in order to keep women away. It’s time to let go a bit.”

No. Fucking. Way.

This was not happening to him. Hot yoga? Issues? Yep, Kinnections was as crazy as they come. And he paid one thousand dollars for this?

Slade cleared his throat. “Umm, no offense, but I doubt one session of sweat is going to clear up long-term problems.”

“I agree,” choked Trent.

Arilyn and Kate stared at him. Hard. He refused to shift his feet, even a little. No way would he be intimidated by one slip of a woman. Or two. He demolished cold-hearted jurors who judged him to be the scum of the earth without a blip.

“I understand your concerns,” Arilyn answered. “I’m asking just to have an open mind and give this a chance.”

“I’ll do it.”

Slade jerked back as Meat stepped forward. He left the circle and walked to his purple mat, lowered himself to the floor next to the crazy yellow cushion, and waited for further instruction.

Trent bit his lip and followed.

This was going to be a bad day.

No way was he wimping out. He’d do the silly stretching and report back to his sister they were all loon bugs. He hit the mat, stripped off his shirt, pulled off his socks and shoes, and turned to face them.

Bring it.

Kate grinned.

The session started easy enough. A few salutations to the sun or moon or whatever it was. Some easy pushups. Backbends. Yeah, it was definitely hot, but his muscles actually eased a bit and the tightness from his neck leaked away. Hmm, maybe he was missing this in his normal workout. Soothing flute music drifted from the speakers and wrapped him in calm.

Then it changed.

Arilyn began transitioning into rounds of postures more quickly, and the flute music disappeared to some earthy, urban beat, automatically urging him to pick up the pace. Push-ups melted into crazy half-assed sit-ups, to plank, to backbend, and back again. Over and over, she pushed harder, until his muscles stretched and rivers of sweat trickled down his back.

Grouchiness hit. What was she doing? Why did she look so frickin’ graceful and stronger than the three of them put together? Slade glanced over at his partners. Meat had his eyes closed, panting for breath as he tried to keep up, and Trent moaned and groaned in agony, trying to unstick his sweatshirt from his soaking skin, red hair flopping over his brow.

“A bit faster, gentlemen. Kate’s turning the temperature to the highest setting to release all toxins. Your mind will fight you, but allow your body to surrender.”

He muttered a curse under his breath and tried to ignore the quivering muscles in his biceps. He’d die before he quit. Hell, he’d melt in a pile of goo before they beat him.

“Ahhhhhh!”

A primal shout echoed through the room and jolted him out of his posture. Trent gasped, eyes wild, and ripped off his sweatshirt. Slade prepped himself for something horrible—why else wouldn’t the kid strip. Maybe a third nipple? Scar tissue? But when he sneaked a look Trent looked—

Normal.

A bit lean, but nothing to stop him from going swimming or anything.

The kid seemed to have freed some inner demon, because then he surrendered to the workout, moving like a demon and making low noises that made Slade uncomfortable.

Well, at least there were two real men left in the room.

“Very good, Trent, let it all go. We’re going to start holding our asanas for longer periods to really dig deep.”

Oh, goody.

Meat scowled at Arilyn, and Slade figured all those muscles weren’t too good for continuous, rapid stretches because his foot got stuck by his leg and didn’t make it to the front of the mat. He groaned and tried to inch it forward, looking pissed off and irritated. Slade waited for the explosion, patting himself on the back that they wouldn’t break him.

Kate appeared at Meat’s side and whispered something in his ear. She eased his leg and placed a purple block under his hip. Meat grunted, closed his eyes, and breathed.

Slade decided to amuse himself by mentally reciting landmark cases and the court judges’ briefs. His leg was on fire. So was his skin. He’d never been so uncomfortable or hot in his life, and when he glanced at the clock, he realized he’d only been in the room for fifteen minutes.

They moved out of that torturous position, where he gave a silent prayer of thanks, and Arilyn announced they’d do balancing. Piece of cake.

He’d seen warrior pose in some photos before, and it did look pretty manly. Slade followed her lead, lifting his foot and leaning forward with strength, agility, and confidence.

Then fell on his ass.

Meat and Trent didn’t seem to notice. They held the pose like statues. Kate appeared by his side. “Do you need some help?”