Page 9 of Just a Friend for the Lion
The nerve of this guy! He knew just where to hit, too.
My inner kitty growled. And yeah, I should have known better, but what can I say?
I’m sitting there, and Uncle Uzzi is grinning, full of mischief and ancient matchmaking glee.
He leans forward. “Oh, but I did, dear boy. What I want to know is what are you going to do about it?”
I know better.
I know better than this.
But damn it if the old Witch hadn’t thrown down the gauntlet in the most aggravating, manipulative, loving way possible.
Which meant I had no choice.
I had to log in. Here. Now.
Just once.
Just to shut him up.
Just to prove him wrong.
And maybe—possibly, perhaps—if I got lucky, I’d find someone nice and supple to take my mind off of inappropriate pizza owners with laugh lines, full hips, and the voice of a siren dipped in garlic butter.
Not that I was thinking about her.
Nope. Not at all.
Shut up. Idiot.
“Just fill it out, dear boy. It’s simple. Just takes a leap of faith, and a little nerve.”
Uncle Uzzi slid his phone across the table like it was some kind of sacred relic, the glowing gold Date to Mate logo pulsing gently like it was alive and ready to ruin my life.
“I’m not using your phone,” I grumbled, fishing mine out of my back pocket. “You probably have it rigged to start wedding bells the second I open the damn app.”
He gasped like I’d slapped him with a breadstick.
“Carter Leone! I would never manipulate a magical interface. That’s illegal. And very difficult. Even for me.”
I gave him a look.
“Okay,mostlydifficult.”
I huffed and opened my own cell phone,thank you very much, then I searched the app store.
Sure enough,Date to Matepopped up first.
Five stars.
Thousands of glowing reviews.
One literally said “I met my mate and got a baby and a sourdough starter within a week!”
Exactly what I didn’t need in my life.
Still, I downloaded it anyway.
