Which immediately worries me.
“Allow me to show you my latest update.”
The screen lights up with a sleek pink-and-blue interface.
DATE TO MATE.
I stare at it like it might explode.
“It’s a magical matchmaking app,” Uzzi says proudly. “Completely upgraded this season.”
“I’m not signing up.”
“Oh, you don’t have to.”
That makes me pause.
“What?”
Uzzi smiles like a man who already knows the punchline.
“You’re what we call a legacy client.”
“Meaning?”
“Your brother is a former client. So, his information is already incorporated in my files.”
Reg grins.
I frown.
“So what?”
“So, when a client is matched,” Uzzi continues, “their immediate family becomes eligible for predictive pairing.”
My stomach sinks.
Uzzi taps the screen.
His phone buzzes.
Then, my phone buzzes.
I look down.
Hunter chuckles.
Reg claps me on the back.
“Looks like the app has already found your match,” Uncle Uzzi announces with a wicked grin—and are those blue sparkles swirling around his hands?
“No,” I say.
My Tiger goes very still.
I pull out my phone.
The screen glows.
