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closely with Will.”
    Angelina gulped in a mouthful of air and choked. She had never dreamed that her life could turn into such a ridiculous soap opera.
    “His office looks better than I’ve ever seen it before. But that’s not really why I’m calling. I hired you because of your reputation as a Feng Shui Cupid to reunite me with Will, as you well know, but I wanted to let you know that I’ve changed my mind.”
    “You've changed your mind?” Angelina echoed. “Why?”
    “I've finally accepted that I'm not the woman of Will’s dreams. And he isn't the man in mine.”
    Angelina’s mouth had fallen open and she was completely speechless. “I, uh...” she began, but thankfully, Susan was on one of her rolls.
    “And Angelina, it’s okay. For the first time, I have a feeling that Will is going to be really happy. Even if it’s not with me. In fact,” Susan added, “I’d like to have you come over to my house for a consultation. It’s time for me to finally get on with my own life.”
    Moments later, as Angelina hung up with a new consultation penciled into her calendar, all of her preconceived ideas about Susan had flown out the window. Susan certainly wasn’t the fly-by-night, ditzy blonde that she looked to be. Hidden beneath her surface perfection seemed to be a deeply intuitive heart.
    Which then made Angelina wonder: If she'd been wrong about Susan, could she be wrong about Will too?

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Will relaxed the minute he entered his mother’s house. Nearly every room in the small cabin looked out onto the lake, and there were memories of laughter and happiness all around him. After locking the front door to keep out any single women on the prowl, he picked up the phone and dialed Angelina’s number, but he got her voice mail again.
    Not comfortable with the idea of pouring his feelings out to her voice mail, Will vowed to call her again in the morning to set things straight. He just hoped she wouldn’t hang up when she heard his voice.
    He was used to getting what he wanted regardless of the obstacles in his way. But for some reason, dealing with Angelina was proving to be the most difficult test of his life.
    None of his current worries, however, stopped him from having a romantic dream about her that night. He woke up at 5 am, images of her beauty, her smile, still vivid in his head. He went into the kitchen, plugged in his computer and got online hoping work would ease the ache he felt inside.
    It didn't.
    Will was back at the hospital at 8 a.m. sharp. His mom was already sitting up in bed and drawing in her sketchbook.
    “Good morning, honey. Didn’t get much sleep last night, did you? Want to talk about it?”
    At Will’s stunned look, she said with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, “I have all-seeing Mother abilities.”
    Will rolled his eyes, although it was true.
    “Besides,” she added, “I’ve got nothing better to do until the doctor agrees to let me go home today, so you may as well eat some of this god awful food on my tray and tell me everything.
    Will laughed. He sometimes forgot how different his mother was from every other mother in the world. Spending time with her was more like hanging out with one of the guys. Well, sort of, anyway, if one of the guys was his mom.
    He bit into the muffin she handed him and had to go spit it out in the bathroom sink. “I think they baked cement into it.”
    “There’s gum in my purse.” Not missing a beat she pointedly asked, “So, who is she?”
    Will looked up from digging in her bag for the gum.
    “You have woman trouble written all over you.” Joyce folded her hands on her lap. “Why don’t you start at the beginning.”
    By the time Will made it to the end of his story, Joyce was worn out from holding in her laughter for so long. One day he would be able to see the humor in the situation, but right now he was too overwhelmed by what sounded to her like love at first sight.
    Will’s cell phone rang and as he dealt with a