I glance toward Moon & Mug's front window.
Elsie is helping an elderly customer choose between two mystery novels, smiling like she hasn't got a care in the world.
My Bear rumbles.
Mate.
Luc chuckles knowingly through the phone.
“There you are.”
“What?”
“You’re already in love with her, champ. Now go get her..”
I don't answer. I just hit end call.
Because for the first time in thirty-five years...
I’m really scared.
She's in there smiling.
Really smiling.
Like she has no cares in the world.
God.
Am I supposed to just walk in there and say—
Hi. I'm Graham. Sorry I accidentally claimed you as my fated mate by biting your hand—yes, I’m the Bear you met yesterday. Surprise! Let’s make some babies!
My Bear huffs impatiently.
Mate.
“I know.”
Go get her.
I take one deep breath.
Straighten my shoulders.
And I finally walk towards her front door.
This is either going to be the best day of my life...
Or the worst.
I’m betting on the former.
Eight
Elsie
I finish ringing up my customer and hand her a bag with the newest cozy witch mystery novel tucked safely inside.