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They never do.

Is it idiotic for a thirty-five-year-old man to still feel insecure about how he looks?

Probably.

Do I care?

Not really.

Because this isn't just any woman.

This is my mate.

The one woman in the world my heart, my soul, and my stubborn damn Bear have been waiting for our entire lives.

And the truth?

I don't care if strangers think I'm handsome.

I don't care if fans scream my name at concerts.

I don't care if magazines call me the rugged country rocker with the sexy freckles.

None of that matters.

I only care what one woman thinks.

This woman.

I want her to smile when she sees me.

I want her eyes to light up.

I want her to think...

There he is.

My person.

Yeah, I’m Bear enough to admit it.

I want Elsie to like what she sees when she sees me.

Hell.

I want her to like me. All of me.

My Bear nudges softly against my thoughts.

She will.

“I hope you're right, pal. If she doesn’t? We are well and truly fucked.”

Because if there's one thing I've learned over the years...

You can survive being laughed at.

You can survive rejection.