Page 2 of The Wolf Prince

I am.

Truly.

She's my best best best friend. I love her. Which is why I haven't strangled her for deciding that her happily-ever-after status somehow makes her an expert on mine.

Apparently, mating a Wolf Shifter comes with a complimentary degree in matchmaking.

Who knew?

According to Dora, there is someone out there for me. I just haven't met him yet.

I tell her I'm thirty-six, not ninety-six. She tells me that's exactly what a woman who's given up would say.

I tell her I haven't given up. I'm just busy.

There's a difference.

Besides, my life is full.

I don’t need a man.

I have my work.

My friends.

My students.

My family.

My magic.

And chocolate.

Never underestimate chocolate.

So, yeah, I have everything I need.

Mostly.

So when Dora tries to set me up on one blind date after another, I go.

Even though I don't want to.

And, Goddess help me, I've tried.

I've had coffee. Drinks. Dinner.

I've smiled through conversations with perfectly nice men who have perfectly respectable jobs and perfectly reasonable retirement plans.

And I've hated every single one of them.

Okay, maybe hate is a strong word.

But there was an actuary.

An actuary, people.

Dora thought we'd click because we both “like numbers.”