Page 20 of Wrong Number, Right Unicorn

“I was just telling Mr. Gnome that.” She pointed to the garden statue in front of her.

“And did he tell you anything back, Grams?”

“Oh, Errol, don’t you know he’s just a statue?” She stood up and brushed her hands on her thighs. “I know I’ve been a little off lately, and honestly, I don’t feel quite myself still, but even I know statues don’t talk.”

We walked inside, and she took one look at the cake. “You were baking?”

“Yep, three-egg cake.”

“I see. And that cake is for Davien?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s good. He’s spent enough time with you that he might not notice how ugly it is.” Sadly, she had a point.

“Thanks, Grams.”

“Anytime, dear. Now go find your man.”

“He’s not mine, Grams.” Even if I wished that he was.

“Not yet, no. But he will be.”

Please let Grams be right.

Chapter 10

Davien

After checking my phone for the hundredth time and not seeing any messages from Errol, I muted it, frustrated at not hearing from him.

Not that he should have messaged me. His life was full of work and Grams, with little room for anything else, whereas I was single. No family I was close to and no elderly grandma to take care of.

I was dozing on the couch, clicking through TV channels, when the doorbell rang. I’d ordered food earlier, so this wasn’t a food delivery, and my friends always phoned before turning up at my door.

Hope flickered inside me.

Errol?my unicorn asked hopefully.

Maybe.

Not bothering to peek through the spyhole, I flung open the door. Errol had his back to me, and he jumped at the swish of thedoor as it opened. The thing he was holding launched into the air, but my shifter reflexes helped me catch it.

“Gods, you scared me, and what was that?” He pointed at what I had in my hands.

“Looks like a cake.” I gave it to him, but his hands were trembling, so I held him and the confection. “Yours, I believe.”

We stayed as we were, both clasping each other and the tin.

“No. You with your fanciness.” He jerked his chin at what we were holding. “Did you go to a class to sharpen your reflexes?”

Did those exist? How did I explain my extraordinary ability?

“Ummm, I play a lot of video games. That helps. And I juggle.”

Do not. My unicorn called me on my fib.

“Oh, wow! Maybe I should try that. My reflexes are shit.”

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