Uh oh.
“What do you mean, hold on?”
“What do you mean you don’t want a mate?”
I blink.
“You just said?—”
“That’s different,” he says, dismissing my retort before I even finish it.
Rude.
“Okay, pal, how is it different?”
He straightens, suddenly looking very territorial.
Like a Tiger realizing someone else is touching his dinner.
“I meant I don’t want a mate. I wasn’t even looking for one,” he says carefully.
“Yes. So?” I ask.
“So, that doesn’t mean you don’t want one.”
I stare at him.
“You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m really not.”
“You literally just said you don’t want a mate.”
“That’s right, but now we’re talking about you.”
“So you don’t want one, but you think I should want one?” I ask incredulously.
“Well… ”
He pauses.
Reg is practically vibrating with laughter behind him.
“…Yes.”
My mouth falls open.
“Sir,” I say slowly, “I just reopened this ice cream shop. I’m rebuilding my life. I’m not looking for a man, a mate, or whatever supernatural soulmate nonsense you’re selling.”
Rob crosses his arms.
His Tiger is definitely showing now.
“Why’d you download the app?”
“Why’d you?” I counter.
“My brother dared me. Now, it’s your turn. Why did you download it?”
