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Now that we were so far out, it made all kinds of sense to eat whole things—things that lasted.
“If you want me to read it after you go over the edits, let me know. I need to know more so I can get you some marketing designs ready.”
Riggs was in digital marketing for all kinds of people in all kinds of different careers. We both worked for ourselves and, while that was a blessing of sorts, it also boxed us in, in terms of meeting people and making human connections.
“Will do. Thanks.”
He sat back in his chair and pushed his coffee aside. “What’s really wrong?”
My name was Ignacio, and that was the name on my books, but it had been ages since anyone called me by that name. “You know what’s wrong, Riggs.”
“Should we move? Maybe temporarily to the city? Find our mate?”
I blew out a long breath while I kneaded the bread. “And what? Find a city girl and then drop it in her lap that we are moving back to the middle of nowhere?” It wasn’t as though I hadn’t considered the idea but the logistics left something to be desired. Like having the girl not run screaming when we wanted to take her far, far away from civilization.
“Then what do we do? Stay here and die old and lonely?”
Riggs had a tendency to be dramatic. He could be a writer if he wanted to. “Are you just going to throw out ideas, or do you have a point? Sorry. I’m…I’m all twisted up. That’s no excuse to be mean.”
“What about that app?”
I knew that was where this conversation was going. An app or a website or one of those shifter match/mating services. Was it so wrong that I wanted to meet my mate the old-fashioned way?
It all seemed—forced.
“What if we try?” He asked.
I shook my head. “And what if it fails? What if we find no one and no one is interested in two polar bears?”
He shrugged. “Then we lose nothing. We are right back here—right where we are now. Aggravated and wanting and needing a mate. Another winter with no one to hold onto.”
“I’ll think about it,” I said and tossed a kitchen towel over the bowl for the bread to rise.
“You said that before,” he quipped.
“I know. I promise to really think about it this time.”
Chapter Three
Riggs
When Nacho got the notification on his phone that he had new email from his editor, our entire conversation and maybe even the bread was forgotten.
While he pretended to think about all the options for finding a mate, I, on the other hand, had been seriously researching and looking into the best option to use for our needs in beginning the search for her. We both needed to face the truth. There was no way on Earth, even with Fate’s sly ways, that we were going to meet our mate, a mate we would share, by conventional means.
And I was tired of waiting around, pondering the what-ifs.
It was time to take action.
Nacho had the door to his office open. I could hear the clicks and then a few words typed. Those were the sounds of him going over edits. It was a tedious step in the publishing process, but one of the most important ones next to actually finishing the manuscript.
He would be in there for a while. I knew his process.
While my best friend’s job was always a roller coaster of writing, editing, writing, and then publishing, mine was a different kind of ride. My job revolved around social media marketing and ads for all kinds of companies around the world. I’d never met a single client, but my reputation spoke for itself.
We were blessed to have flexible jobs.
But times like these, when things were steady, not hectic, gave us more moments to ponder life, and lately, the lack of a mate. We had designed and built a beautiful cabin, including a huge master suite but used the guest bedrooms. It didn’t feel right to sleep in the den we’d created for our someday mate.
