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“Happy to,” Alfie said.

“Oh gosh, you’re cute,” Alice said.

Milo grunted with a grimace at Alice, and Myla gasped. “Alice!”

“Sorry, it’s true. Not as cute as my sweet baboo, of course!” She pinched Milo’s cheek. “You know, Alfie, you look like a guy who could use someone to kiss at midnight on New Year’s. Like my future sis-in-law, Myla. And oh! You could bring him to our wedding. You desperately need a plus-one.”

“I’m not desperate,” Myla said, looking at Alfie. “But I’m also open to possibilities. Tonight feels like anything can happen, and since the worst of the night has suddenly gotten a lot better, I think that’s true.”

Alfie grinned.

“I’m open to possibilities too, Myla. Would you guys like to join us at the table with my friends? We can push two tables together,” Alfie said.

“Sounds good to me,” Alice said. “Lou, a round of drinks for our new friends, and can you make me a batch of fries, extra crispy?”

“You got it, hon,” the male behind the bar said.

Alfie stood at the same time Myla did, their bodies bumping and setting his senses on fire. “Shall we?” Alfie asked, his voice dropping low.

“Lead the way,” she said, her eyes darkening slightly as the sweet scent of her surrounded him. Vanilla and sunshine, sweet and warm.

His wolf was in heaven, and he was too.

A random visit to the bar had brought him and his soulmate together.

“I’m definitely psychic,” Amadeus whispered to Alfie when they moved chairs aside. “Too bad it wasn’t about me!”

“Next time, I’m sure,” Alfie said.

“Hey!” Nathan said as he lifted the drinks so the tables could be moved.

“I agree, hey!” Hyde said, shaking his head and shoving the tables together.

“Sorry, sorry,” Alfie said with a laugh.

He’d met her.

He’d finally met the one female on the planet just for him.

What a fucking night.

Chapter Four

Okay, so Alfie was not only the most gorgeous guy Myla had ever laid eyes on, but he was freaking adorable too. He had an infectious smile, an easy laugh, and sapphire blue eyes that reminded her of the lake in the summer.

Around the extended table, their two groups melded seamlessly: Alfie and his friends, and Myla and her family. Her brother was a mechanic by trade, and so was one of Alfie’s friends. Alfie himself was part of the security team at the safari park, a place Myla had been to once on a school trip.

“So do you get to eat as much popcorn as you want?” Hyde asked.

Myla giggled. “I could, I suppose. But how much popcorn would a person want to eat?”

He settled back in the seat and patted his stomach, which was quite flat, so she suspected that he—along with Alfie, Amadeus, and Nathan—all worked out regularly. “I can pack away the popcorn, lemme tell ya. We’ve got some at the park that’s covered in a candy coating. But I straight up love butter popcorn.”

“I never get tired of it,” she said, “but I don’t really eat it unless I’m watching a movie.”

“Can you watch any movie you want?” Alfie asked.

“Yep. When we’re not busy, I sometimes sit in and watch a movie for a while.”