I download the damn thing just to shut him up.
The moment the app installs—my phone buzzes again.
Location detected.
Mate nearby.
My Tiger stands up inside my chest like a king reclaiming his throne.
Mine.
I stare at the screen.
Then, toward the row of shops lining the square.
One storefront catches my eye.
AGATHA’S ICE CREAM
Lights glowing.
Door open.
And standing behind the counter—is the prettiest, curviest woman I have ever seen in my life.
My Tiger chuffs.
MINE.
I swallow.
“Oh, hell.”
Because apparently fate just served me my mate with a side of waffle cones.
And my Tiger?
My Tiger is already walking toward her.
Chapter 3
Hadley
The first thing you notice when you walk into my ice cream shop is the smell.
Warm cookie dough waffle cones.
Vanilla bean.
Hot fudge.
Fresh strawberries simmering down for syrup.
It’s sweet enough to make people smile before they even reach the counter, which was exactly my late Aunt Agatha’s philosophy.
Dessert should make people happy before they taste it.
I kept the name—Agatha’s Ice Cream—because around here people say it like it’s sacred.
