“Oh my Gods, he did not actually say that.”
I blink.
“Your what?”
Rob taps the counter once.
“My big plan to win the woman of my dreams.”
My brain completely stops working.
Tommy whispers, “This is the best job I’ve ever had.”
And I realize two things at the exact same time.
One—this Tiger might actually be crazy.
* * *
And two—my Bear might actually like that idea.
Chapter 8
Rob
Okay, so what exactly is a Tiger supposed to do when he tells the woman the Fates apparently handcrafted just for him that he’s not interested—and then immediately realizes he’s a complete fucking idiot?
Because that’s my current situation.
Let me explain.
A few days ago, I downloaded that ridiculous magical dating app Uncle Uzzi keeps shoving in everyone’s faces—the one that supposedly lets the Fates themselves match supernatural beings with their destined mates.
Date to Mate.
Yeah. Real subtle.
Now, when that bright blue sparkly notification popped up on my phone telling me I had a match, I did what any sane Tiger Shifter would do.
I ignored it.
For about ten seconds.
Then curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked.
And boom.
There she was.
Hadley Smith.
Curvy, gorgeous, fiery-tempered owner of Agatha’s Ice Cream.
A she-Bear with thick thighs, warm brown eyes, and a mouth sharp enough to skin a man alive.
The second I saw her picture, my Tiger sat up inside my chest like someone had fired a starting pistol.
Mate.
