Page 4 of Delivered to My Humans

There was no use trying to hide the fact from Charlotte. She’d been my friend through a lot of my bad dates and horrible pick-up lines from men and everything in between. I’d tried like hell to find my mate and eventually gave up—but not for lack of want.

“I’m not denying it.”

“So, how about you get proactive about it?”

This conversation was headed to a place I already predicted. “The app,” I grumbled, but my attitude quickly changed as Ruth came over with huge oval platters laden with every kind of breakfast item imaginable and some I’d never could’ve imagined if I tried.

Ruth waggled her eyebrows as we stared at the array of items. “Butter-pecan pancakes. Raspberry-white chocolate scones. Cinnamon-crunch sourdough French toast. Sage-and-brown butter sausage links. Cherry-smoked bacon. Jalapeno popper hashbrown patties. Meatloaf and breakfast egg rolls.”

I was in a half-food coma just looking at it.

“Thank you,” I whispered in awe, like a prayer.

“You’re welcome. Now, eat up and I’ll bring you a first round of mimosas and mine are strong so get ready.”

We tasted each item at the same time complete with a countdown. Not only was Charlotte’s mate’s mom right about this place, I was tempted to hunt her down and kiss her on the lips for suggesting it.

Also, the crowd rolled in a bit later, just as Ruth predicted.

“I haven’t forgotten what we were talking about.” Charlotte raised her eyebrows as she pushed through her second serving of French toast and sausage.

I ordered another full spread of the first round, which made Ruth clap a little while she refilled our mimosas. Strong didn’t even start to describe these heavenly drinks. My mind had become a bit hazy even though I’d eaten enough for an elephant. “What were we talking about? Oh, I’m supposed to sign up for some app that magically finds my mate.”

She smiled. No hint of a lazy eyelid or a hiccup. Wolf shifters could drink a ton and not get the least bit tipsy. “Not magically. Through a detailed and accurate algorithm.”

“Same thing,” I giggled.

“How about you sign up and actually have a plan to find your mate.”

I rolled my eyes. “Just because you found yours…”

“Tons of people find theirs. Tons. You can find some big, hunky males.”

I nearly choked on my scone. “Males. As in plural?”

“Yes, males. You’re a strong, capable, smart, powerful woman. Might take more than one to tame you.”

Maybe it was the mimosas. The unending flow of sweets. The cozy atmosphere? Who knew, but I warmed up to Charlotte’s suggestion more than before. “You think I have a shot?” I asked, feeling vulnerable.

“I do. And you deserve to have someone or more than one someone to treat you as you should be treated.”

I blew out a breath and exchanged the mimosa for coffee. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

She shrugged. “You have all bad matches or no matches.”

“Then nothing about my situation would change.”

“That’s right.” She took another sip of mimosa, one that Ruth refreshed in seconds. “So, what’s the harm?”

“I’m tired of getting my hopes up and then being disappointed as hard as that is to admit.”

“So, don’t.” Charlotte shrugged. “Don’t expect anything. We fill out the questionnaire. We take a picture of you, and whatever happens, happens. No expectations. No hopes up.”

I scoffed at her quick answer. “Just like that?”

She nodded. “Just like that. Come on. Give me your phone.”

Chapter Four

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