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“Ahem, ladies.” Indie gave us a pointed look. “If you’re finished, may I proceed?”
“Of course.” I fought to keep a straight face. “Call upon all the goddesses you want.”
“Thank you. As I was saying, we call upon these ancient women to bestow upon us the insight and persistence to find our Mr. Rights.”
Quinn cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses. “Actually, it’s more like Mr. Good Enoughs. The idea of soul mates doesn’t make sense. There are hundreds of men that we’d be perfectly compatible with.”
Indie sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay. Fine. We call upon the powers that be to help us meet some decent men.”
I raised my hand. “I’d be happy to introduce you to guys, but do I have to be a part of this? Because, frankly, love and marriage are overrated.”
Three pairs of eyes turned to me, all of them filled with sympathy. They knew my train wreck of a story. Heck, most of America knew it.
Indie’s expression softened. “Yes, Everly. This is for all of us. You, especially, need to be a part of this. It’s time to move on.”
A whisper of something—fear? sadness?—stirred deep within. Once, Lukas had been my everything, and then he broke my heart. I hated how our breakup still affected me.
“Are you ready to start dating?” Indie asked.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever be fully ready to put myself out there again, but I wanted to be free. I raised a fist. “Go, Team Aphrodite.”
“That’s the spirit.” Indie offered the jar around the table, and we each pulled out a slip of paper. “Don’t unfold them yet,” she cautioned. “Before we find out our order, we need to manifest our happily-ever-afters. Close your eyes and imagine your perfect guy.”
“That’s easy.” Joy shut her eyes. “I’m picturing a shirtless Thor.”
Indie shook her head. “It doesn’t have to be a specific person. You can also visualize characteristics you find desirable. Such as intelligence.”
“Or ambition,” Quinn said with her eyes closed.
“Or shoe size?” Joy asked, her eyes still squeezed shut. “Because I’m thinking extra-large.”
My shoulders trembled as I struggled to not laugh out loud. Frigg probably wouldn’t have appreciated me mocking the ceremony.
“Focus!” Indie ordered. “Imagine the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.”
I shut my eyes and tried doing as she said. My mind immediately came up with Lukas, and my jaw bunched. He was the last person I should be thinking about. I attempted to push all thoughts of my ex away, but the more I tried not thinking about him, the clearer his image became. Blue eyes that always seemed to find me in a room. The way the right-hand side of his mouth always lifted slightly higher than the other, as if he was privy to something I wasn’t.
Like the fact that he was cheating on me with his publicist.
“Everyone picturing their ideal guy?” Indie asked.
Ugh. Lukas’s face stubbornly remained in my thoughts, mocking me.
“Mine’s anyone but Ben,” Quinn muttered.
My older brother replaced Lukas in my head. When I’d introduced him and Quinn, they’d taken an immediate disliking to each other, which was surprising given that my brother was usually so easygoing.
“My dream guy has great hair and muscular arms,” Joy murmured.
Ben’s image disappeared, and now I pictured… Chewbacca: one of Ben’s favorite characters from Star Wars.
Come on, brain. Enough playing around. Time to picture our perfect guy.
“Okay, ladies,” Indie said. “It’s time to open your eyes and unfold your slips of paper.”
“I got number two,” Joy said.
My eyes fluttered open.
