Page 44 of Secret Pucking Unicorn

“Best dream ever,” she says, pulling my face down to kiss her.

Our kiss grows more fervent, and our hands start roaming. We won’t go all the way, but no reason we can’t have a hearty make-out session to start our morning off right. Maybe I can bring her some of the pleasure I enjoyed last night. My wolf gives a sharp bark in the back of my mind, but I ignore him. He’s been bugging me about Miranda for years and now we finally have her, I don’t know what his problem is. However, when he gives a deep growl—his warning growl—I tear myself away from Miranda’s sweet kiss just in time to hear the bedroom door open.

“Hey, Miranda, surprise! JESUS MARY and JOSEPH!”

“GET OUT,” I shout at the intruder as Miranda ducks under the covers.

Well, that took care of my boner. I can hear the commotion in the living room and sigh.

Miranda peeks out from under the blanket, her cheeks blazing and her eyes wide. “Was that…was that your sister?”

“Aye. I don’t know what the hell she’s doing here.”

I can hear her and Carter talking but can’t concentrate enough to make out what they are saying beyond Carter saying she’s crazy—he’s not wrong—and she can’t go barging in like that.

Sophie is supposed to be in England or Ireland or wherever. Not in New Jersey and not in my apartment. How did she find her way here? Even with the address and GPS, it’s not easy to find the barn, let alone get inside. She knew this was Miranda’s room.

I slide out of bed and walk into the closet to put on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

“Let me go see what is up with her,” I say.

Miranda nods. “I’ll be out in a moment.”

I’m about to open the door when I change my mind and return to the bed. Bending, I press a quick kiss to her lips, pulling back before I’m tempted to linger and let the circus on the other side of the door continue.

“I love you, Miranda. Always have, always will.”

Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears as she gives me a wobbly smile and swallows. She can’t say the words because she’s trying not to cry. That’s okay. I know she feels the same.

I exit the bedroom and hear voices from the common area and head that way. Aw, crap. Everyone is here. Well, all my roommates, my sister, Kendall, Coach, and Mallory. Logan and Daphne walk in. So, yeah, everyone. All eyes turn to me, but it’s Sophie who marches up to me and pokes me in the chest.

“What were you doing in bed with Miranda?”

Each word she snarls is punctuated with a poke. She has a bony finger I never noticed before. Of course, my little spitfire of a sister usually has no reason to be poking me.

Heat floods my cheeks. Everyone here can probably figure out what we had done and were hoping to do again as soon as possible.

“Alexander Declan Mackenzie, you answer me.” She stomps her foot.

“Your name is Alexander?” Stone asks.

“Aye, after our father,” I say, looking over Sophie’s head.

“Declan,” she says warningly.

I look back down at her and sigh. “Sophie, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in London or Dublin or somewhere not here? How did you get here? How did you get in?”

“Don’t worry about that. What is Miranda doing here? She’s supposed to be in New Zealand. What’s she doing in bed with you?”

“Sophie,” Carter says, “when a man and woman love each other?—”

“Shut up, Trevor,” Sophie and Mallory shout in unison. Must be something sisters learn to do in sister school or whatever.

“What’s going on?” Daphne whispers to Mallory. Why she bothers whispering in a room full of shifters who can easily hear her is beyond me. She tilts her head toward Sophie. “And who is she?”

“Sophie is my younger sister,” I say. “I’m not sure why she’s here.”

“Don’t worry about why I’m here. Why were you in bed with my best friend?”

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