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“Like I said. I hope fate’s saving some of that energy for the rest of us.”

“I think…” I paused. “Do you have the feeling that everything is just… right?”

“Hmm?”

I smiled. “Like… maybe you’re not far off. Maybe I’m still just giddy about being here. But ever since we arrived yesterday… I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be.”

“I think the big promotion and moving to a beachside city might help with that feeling,” he replied with a laugh.

“Yeah… But it feels deeper than that.”

He shrugged. “Hey… it happened to Dylan. Maybe you’ll meet your mate, too.”

“I hope so,” I replied with a hopeful hum.

“And I sure wouldn’t mind having a man to go home to every night,” he said.

I chuckled. “Wouldn’t that be something? Single for years back home, only to come out here and find mates?”

He laughed. “Yeah… but hey… fate can be funny. Maybe you’re right, and we’re supposed to be here.”

“I hope so.”

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “We should talk to Dylan and Flynn. Figure out a day to go to the beach together before the interns start arriving.”

“You just wanna check out hot omegas in swimsuits.”

“Hey, two birds, one stone. Relaxing day beside the water, and taking in the local sights.”

I grinned. “It does sound nice. Let’s do it. Even if they want to enjoy their freshly-mated bliss, we can go, just you and me.”

“Ok! We’ll see if they want to come, and if they don’t, we’ll go ourselves.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Sweet,” he chirped. “Now… who do you think is the billionaire bartender? And maybe we should think of things to look for.”

Chapter 4 - Brent

The sky was painted in pastel colors—the sun not quite clearing the horizon of the mountains and cliffs behind Harris Cove.

I sat on my balcony, sipping my coffee. Part of me wished I lived on the side of the building facing the ocean, but at least the eastern wall view was pretty in the morning. Shadows danced along it as light spilled over the top but couldn't reach into crevices or under obstructions.

I let out a long, relieved sigh. Graduation had been the day before, which meant that although I had a bit of cleanup to do in my classroom, I was free of teenage students for three months.

I still had my computing basics class at the community college, but it was one session a week, and the average age of my students there was probably around sixty. While that came with its own set of issues, the respite from teenage angst was something I would enjoy.

The sun started to peek over the horizon as I finished my coffee, and I decided it was time to get going. I headed in and snagged a zippered hoodie. I retrieved a book from my nightstand, then grabbed my beach bag from where it sat next to my closet. I made sure my towel and swim trunks were in it, added my book, slid my feet into flip-flops, and started toward the door.

I had my hand on the handle before I remembered that I hadn’t grabbed anything to drink. I set the bag down, went into the kitchen, and added ice and water to an insulated bottle. Then I headed to the door again.

Bag? Check. Water? Check. Book? Check. Hoodie? Check.

Mental checks complete, I left my apartment and moseyed out to my car.

A chill fog clung to the ground, and I savored it. It would be scorching soon enough, but the sea kept it cool and foggy in the morning. Luckily, it wasn’t thick enough to cause problems while driving.

Traffic at that time of morning was always strange. The breakfast waitstaff were already at work and preparing to open, but there were plenty of cars on the road. Delivery trucks bearing foodservice logos attempted to back into alleys or park along the street. Others idled as drivers loaded boxes onto hand-trucks for small deliveries. The road leading to the hospital was busy as people headed in for shift change. City crews cleaned the streets and emptied sidewalk trash bins.