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I let out a watery laugh, pulling both of them in close.

Their warmth steadies me, untangling the tight knot of doubt and hurt inside my chest.

I’m still scared.

Still unsure.

But maybe, just maybe, I don’t really want this to be over.

Not yet.

Because deep down?

I love him.

And maybe he doesn’t want it to be over either.

One thing I know for certain, Doug and I need to talk.

I only hope he’s willing to hear me out.

And maybe, just maybe, we can be one of those couples leaving glowing reviews in the user’s section on Uncle Uzzi’s Date to Mate app?

Chapter 21

Doug

After slapping that deadbeat dad with the court documents instructing him that a hearing was set for ten days from now and he better show up or else a warrant will be on his head, I hoof it back to my place.

An angry swarm of wasps is there to greet me, but I brandished my old friend—a big can of Bugg Off—and I manage to slip inside without issue.

Operation Get My Mate Back is taking shape inside my head.

The last few hours play through my brain from the second I hung up with Horace, after Dina threw my sorry ass out.

I was frozen in place. I just stood and stared out at the empty parking lot like it held the answers.

Spoiler alert: it didn’t.

It’s hours later.

Almost morning.

And I feel like shit.

No, scratch that.

I feel worse than shit.

Like the lowest of the low.

A complete, utter idiot.

I mean, I had her.

My fated mate.

In my arms.

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