Page 21 of Wrong Number, Right Unicorn

I ushered him inside, him holding the cake tin.

“This is a nice place you have.” He peered through the window at the back garden. “Perfect for a dog or kids.”

He gasped, horror etched on his face. “Not that I’m hinting about the future or our future.” He lowered his voice. “Or anything.”

I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring grin. “Now what’s in here?” I tapped the tin.

He made a face. “It was supposed to be a cake, but it wasn’t the prettiest, and after the almost fall on your doorstep, it’s probably crumbs.”

“Crumbs are great with ice cream.”

He removed the lid and we studied the cake. It was intact—sort of—but lopsided, with a dip in the middle that a pool of icing couldn’t hide.

“Yum.”

Errol giggle-snorted. “Liar. It’s awful.”

“Might taste okay.”

I grabbed a knife and plates and put on a pot of coffee. I took a bite. The icing was lemony, so it was a thumbs-up from me, and the cake wasn’t quite cooked in the middle, reminding me of a chewy brownie center.

“It fails in the looks department, but I give the taste a nine out of ten.”

“Whew.” He pretend-wiped his brow. “Maybe not such a huge fail.” He stuffed half a slice in his mouth, and the icing, which was runny, slid over his chin before I stopped it, licking it up and making my way to his lips.

“Again, yum.”

But Errol pulled away and held up a hand. “Before we go any further, I have a question.”

Possible questions flooded my mind. Are you a virgin? Have you been tested? Top or bottom?

“How did you know?”

He’d need to give me more information. My beast told me he was referring to him being my mate, but I kinda doubted that, especially as humans weren’t aware of shifters and mates.

“About Grams and the mix-up with her meds?” He explained he’d made a list and checked the internet himself before presenting the information to her doctor. The guy was horrified at what she’d been prescribed at the three ERs she’d visited.

“Lucky guess. Besides, as well as having super-speedy reflexes, my sense of smell sometimes picks up something off with her.”

Humans were aware of that ability in animals and there were stories of cats in assisted living facilities comforting people who were about to die. But I wasn’t mentioning that to Errol.

“That’s amazing.”

I stroked his cheek, and he kissed my fingers, but I kissed a trail from his jaw over his throat and along his arm. I paused and examined the tattoo on his inner arm. Bells were ringing in my head and lights flashed on and off, blindsiding me. I blinked them away and rubbed my fingers over the tattoo.

Is that me?

It’s a pretty good likeness.

“Why’d you get this? It’s beautiful. And it’s pink and silver. Pink is my favorite color.”

“I love unicorns. They’re close to my heart.”

That was more true for me than Errol because my beast was nestled beside that organ.

“When I was little, Grams used to make up tales about unicorns in her garden. Said she saw them every morning before she made coffee. And Frank, from work… never mind.”

My beast shook me, and I swayed. He insisted I find out more about Grams’s ability. But I let Errol explain at his own speed rather than me pestering him with questions.

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