Finley: I'm a wolf shifter who never quite fit into my pack--not because they didn't love me, but because I just wasn't . . . typical. When my well-meaning parents started throwing every eligible alpha my way like I was in some furry version of The Bachelorette, I ran to the city and found a job at REDS, a dating agency for shifters who don't fit the usual mold. I didn't expect my first client to be another wolf. Michael's all lean lines, sharp suits, and dry wit. The more time we spend together, the more I start to wonder . . . maybe I can't find him a mate because I want to be the one he chooses. Michael: I'm not into wilderness, I hate camping, and I'm more comfortable with spreadsheets than hunting rabbits. Sue me. REDS was supposed to help me find someone who could see past all that. It . . . didn't. The only good part? My matchmaker, Finley. She's curvy, clever, and completely convinced I'm someone else's perfect match. When she suggests a "practice date," I jump at the chance. But now I'm stuck pretending while all I want is the real thing. How can I get her to see me as her partner instead of a client in need of fixing? Contains mature themes.