I chuckle. “Oh right, because Matt never wanted to do anything fun.”

“Exactly.”

I turn in his embrace to face him. “You really went out of your way to do all those things for me.”

“Pips, I never went out of my way. It’s all things I wanted to do.”

I bring my hand to his cheek. “I want to say you’re too good for me, but I don’t think that’s the case, Wilder. You’re…you’re just perfect.”

He smiles. “That’s what I like to hear.” Then he leans forward and kisses me.

Chapter Thirty-One

WILDER

“Is today the day?” Sanders asks as he putts a golf ball across his office toward a cup we set up.

“Today is the day,” I say.

“Nervous?”

I shake my head. “No. Not in the slightest.”

“You think she’s ready?”

“Yeah,” I answer. His ball goes off to the right, so I step up to the tee and get in position.

“What have the last two weeks been like?”

“Well, still reeling over the scandal of you not being a real therapist.”

He rolls his eyes. “Grow up.”

“Grow up?” I chuckle. “Dude, you’re selling a scam.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

I let out a heavy huff. “Yeah, I know, something might be wrong with me.”

“Nah, you’ve just been swooped up by the Sanders Effect, trademark.”

“You really have issues.”

“Am I the one with the issues, or are you?” He lifts his brow, causing me to laugh.

I think I’m the one with the issues.

“So once again, how have the last two weeks been?”

Moving on with the change of subject, I glance up at him, a smirk on my face.

“Ah.” He nods. “No need to say more. I can see from the look on your face that it’s been good.”

“Really fucking good,” I say. “I’ve stayed at her place almost every night. I’ve taken her to mine a few, made her dinners. We joined a pinochle league, and we are fucking terrible.”

Sanders chuckles.

“But we’re learning, and that’s all that matters. We’re still doing our cooking class and killing it. I’ve brought her flowers at work, and honestly, I’ve had the best fucking time. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. At least not for a really long time.”

I felt immense pride when my app sold. It was an incredible experience. But this feeling? Feeling so connected to a woman that dreams are made of? Nothing could ever surpass that. She’s simply it for me, and there’s both joy and relief in feeling that.

I putt the ball and miss terribly, pushing it to the left.

Sanders retrieves our balls as he says, “How is Mika?”