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The sausage and meatballs are definitely made in-house like she said.

But that hot honey?

It gives it just the right amount of kick and a dose of sweetness my Bear simply adores.

Uzzi is enjoying his spinach whatever—gag. And now my brain circles back to his app.

Date to Mate.

The idea behind the app is solid. In fact, I wish I’d thought of it myself.

Dating is already a nightmare in the best of circumstances.

But when you’ve got a half-ton furry secret to safeguard? It’s even more of a minefield.

Still, I don’t have to use the app to work on it.

Just like I don’t have to kiss my neighbor to help her out.

Even if I want to.

Badly.

Chapter7

Carina

Ilock myself in my office, staring at my laptop screen like it personally offended me, punching numbers into spreadsheets and silently cursing at the IT guys from this fuckwad website platform I’m stuck using.

Any minute now, they’ll get back to me with something helpful.

Any. Minute. Now.

Still nothing.

I groan and flop back in my chair, rubbing my temples.

Okay, fine. So I’m not just sitting here, waiting for them to email me back.

I’mhiding.

Dina, MJ, and Shawnee—one of our new hires—have the front completely locked down, so no one actually needs me out there.

The lunch rush is steady. A nice flow of customers coming in, grabbing slices, sitting at tables, enjoying themselves.

And that’s good.

But it’s not enough.

Not enough to cover the rent. Not enough to expand.

I need bigger orders.

Big customers.

The office buildings in the area—they’re the real gold mine.

If we can get just a couple of them to start placing orders daily, especially for those big catered work lunches, everything would be solid.

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