Going Down on the River (Chosen #25)

It’s not easy, to recover when you tell a man he’s your mate, and he laughs in your face. Walking away and giving yourself time to heal would be ideal. Unfortunately, my mate needs my help, so enduring the pain and just being his friend will have to do. Or will it?
And river told me I was his mate, I laughed. Not because I didn’t want that to be true with all of my heart, but because I had clearly heard him telling his friend that the blonde woman who tended to hang all over him when she came in the store was 100% his type. And that meant I wasn’t. Or was I?