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At best, if we missed the mating window, we would be alone forever. But, at worst, we would die. Most survived at least the physical effects, but the mental… Few lived long lives who were not mated in time.

“How would we even find someone?” he asked. “If one of us gets the symptoms, we will only have a short time to find our mate. And from what we’ve observed, most humans take months or even years to find and mate with their significant other.”

“I guess we’d better try to find a way. Maybe one of those online dating services or something.”

“I’ll look into them then come to the shop in a while.”

We sat for a while, in silence, before Farsel left for work, and I poured a second cup of coffee and went to my home office to see if I could find anything on social media to help us with our need to find a mate. Singular. On our world, where females were born far less often than males, good friends would often vow to share a mate when they grew up. And it was fortunate that we had done so because it was going to be hard enough to locate one woman willing to mate with us.

I settled back with my coffee and started a search.

Chapter Three

Amaris

Jenny erupted in a loud squeal when I called to tell her I intended to sign up for the Mail-Order Matings app. After much research, I’d learned the app used an algorithm to match people based on hundreds of different aspects of their lives. And the possible mates encompassed a larger demographic than any other app I’d looked into.

“Are you going to go for a shifter?” she asked, her next words muffled but involving putting something down before she had to hang up and then nobody would be happy.

“I don’t think so. I might leave the species open, since I still hold to the fact that my mate is out there in the universe. Far far out there.”

She groaned. “That’s silliness. I’m sure you can find a hunky bear shifter or maybe a jaguar or even a wolf who wants nothing more than to cuddle with you. You’ve been reading too much alien romance.”

I avoided alien romance, although she would have no way of knowing that. The days of discussing books at length with my friend ended when she became a mom. I read shifters. Dark mafia, absolutely. Reading about sexy aliens looking for a human mate would only make me long more for something out of sight and out of reach. Light years away.

Imagine a chiseled alien male scrolling on his phone through the Mail-Order Matings app. I was sure they had better things to do in the galaxy than to search for a human girl who dreamed of stars and planets and space travel.

Huh.

Maybe I should’ve been an astronaut.

Then I could go up in space and, if I was lucky, a hot alien would kidnap me.

“Ahem,” Jenny cleared her throat. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“Yeah. Alien romance. Which I don’t even read.”

“Sure. Fill out the questions, and then you wait. It might take a couple of days to get the first few matches. Then you cull them and it makes decisions based on your likes and dislikes, helping them learn more about you. But call me when you get the first one. No excuses. Day or night.”

I snorted. “You want me to wake you in the middle of the night if I get a match? Rob you of your precious sleep?”

She grunted. “Good point. But call me first thing in the morning. Any time after dawn. I’ll be up.”

My best friend was a sleep-deprived mess. Yet, I wanted a life similar to hers with a hot hubby and sweet little children to love. “Agreed. I’m gonna go answer questions.”

“Deal.”

She hung up but before she did, I heard her calling out for Theo. Someone was in trouble.

I’d filled in only enough information to create an account on the app. Anxiousness settled in my belly as I began to fill out more specific information. Was I looking for a reverse harem? Did I only want one mate? The choices seemed endless.

I wouldn’t mind being the peanut butter in a hot-guy sandwich, not at all.

As with the species of mates, I chose not to answer that question specifically, choosing “all of the above” instead.

See what Fate came up with.

There were more questions, but my stomach reminded me it was time to eat. I put the phone down and went over to make myself an egg sandwich. Sure, I was capable of cooking more but I wanted something comforting. Eggs. Cheese. Butter. Bread. What could be more comforting than that? I made a cup of hot chocolate and returned to the couch where I ate and turned on a movie for background noise.

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