My nose started bleeding halfway through the interviews. I was calling them mate interviews, because I was considering all the guys candidates for the job of my mate. I was pretty certain I’d found the right candidate in Merrick, though.
It bled worse with every change of the guy sitting on the couch across from mine. My mind kept going back to the grizzly in the forest, the one who I had too many mixed feelings toward to really sort through them.
There were things I liked about him, and things I didn’t like about him. Things I loved about him, and things I hated about him. But the one thing I knew, with one hundred percent certainty, was that I could learn to love the man as a whole. Hell, maybe I could even learn how to love those things I hated about him.
I felt more apathetic toward
