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“Duly noted,” I say, grinning as I toss my duffel in the car and give her a mock salute. “Bagels or death.”

Chapter 4

Dane

As I drive off toward the Supernatural Summit, I glance in the rearview mirror just in time to see Alex getting mobbed by his cousins with delighted shrieks.

Laughter, mud, and shrieking—just what a five-year-old needs.

As for me? I’ve got work to do.

But her words echo in my chest long after I leave. “Don’t worry, Dane. You’ll find your happily ever after someday.”

Yeah. Someday.

Maybe.

But probably not today.

I should be relieved.

I am, mostly.

But as I slide into my car and head toward the East Coast Supernatural Summit, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off.

Not with Alex. He’s in good hands or paws.

In fact, my phone buzzes right then, and I look down to see a slew of pictures sent to me by Lena of Alex and his cousins making s’mores outside.

I grin and my chest feels tight as I take in my son’s sparkling hazel eyes and crooked smile. Everything I do is for him.

And with that thought, I send a thumbs up and happy face emoji back.

This feeling of discontent I’m struggling with—it’s me.

Lately, single life has started to feel less like freedom and more like a really quiet echo chamber.

Just me and my kid.

No one to talk to after bedtime.

No one to laugh at my terrible jokes—or to share a naughty one with.

No one to share a meal with who doesn’t think ketchup belongs on everything.

It wasn’t always like this.

I used to like being alone.

Hell, I was damn good at it.

But now?

Now, it feels like I’m not just single. I’m disconnected.

Which is ridiculous.

I’ve got purpose.

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