Page 63 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

So.

No nudity.

Not until she’s ready.

And judging by the absolute shitshow I’ve created with this whole situation?

Who the hell knows when that will be?

Fuck. My. Life.

* * *

It’s been about forty-five minutes, and Carina is still out cold.

Forty-five minutes.

I’ve counted every single one.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers twitching, my Bear restless inside me, clawing at my insides with anxiety.

Every second she stays unconscious feels like another step closer to disaster.

“Explain to me what happened one more time,” Carina’s other sister, MJ, says, crossing her arms over her chest.

She’s standing next to Dina—short for Geraldine. And MJ, apparently, is short for Marianne Jeanne.

Which, in any other situation, might be useful information. But right now? Right now, it’s just one more thing buzzing around in my overloaded brain.

To make shit worse, Doug is here, too.

Fucking nosy-ass Wolf.

The bastard has a nose for trouble, although right now it is busted up something awful.

Looks like one of the people on that reality show that depicts botched plastic surgeries.

He will probably be fine in a day or so, but right now that shit is ugly.

And as usual, his timing is impeccable.

Fucking Doug.

Sure enough, he showed up not ten minutes after everything went down, acting like he was invited to this absolute shitshow of a morning.

Now my penthouse—my den—is filled with way too many damn people.

And I only want one of them here.

Carina.

How the hell did things go so wrong so fast?

Uncle Uzzi—bless his ancient, devious, matchmaking soul—takes the lead on explaining everything.

His magical dating service.

The shift from traditional matchmaking to a new supernatural dating app.

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