Page 26 of Wrong Number, Right Unicorn

He quirked a brow. “Okay. Not what I expected, but I’m eager to learn more about you, you fruit-loving fiend.”

He bopped my nose as his phone rang. “Grams,” he noted before he answered. There were a lot of “Yes,” and “No,” and “Have you looked in the cupboard by the fridge?” responses before he ended with, “I’m coming home now.”

He didn’t have to tell me our plans had been upended.

“The neighbor had to babysit his grandson, so I’m on duty.” Grams had mislaid something and our one-on-one time was at an end.

“Sorry about your orchard. Raincheck?”

“Absolutely.”

“Or you could come home with me?” He bit his bottom lip and tilted his head, something he did when he was uncertain.

“I’d love to.”

We hustled to clean up, shower, and get to Grams. Though Errol said she wasn’t as confused now that the doctor had regulated her meds, I worried we might find her on the roof or dancing in the street. Though there was nothing wrong with the latter if the traffic had been diverted.

Errol raced in ahead of me while I parked the car, and when I got inside, he was in the kitchen with Grams.

“Ta-da!” she yelled and extended both hands toward a perfectly formed chocolate cake with icing spread evenly over the top and dribbling down the sides.

“I fibbed. There’s no emergency. My apologies. But I saw that sorry-ass cake my grandson took with him yesterday, and I had to show you we are a proper cake-making family. No soggy middles for us.”

Errol hugged her, and I gave her a high-five.

Not only was I admiring the cake, but Grams’s confusion and memory lapses appeared to have disappeared now that she was properly medicated. Not only was that pretty freaking great for her, but that would remove a lot of the pressure on Errol.

“Shall we?” Grams handed Errol a knife.

He sent me a glance, and I nodded. We’d just had a big breakfast, but there was always room for cake. Besides, we couldn’t disappoint Grams.

“Coffee?” she asked.

“Sure,” Errol and I said in unison. I had caffeine surging through my veins, but there was no such thing as too much coffee.

Liar.

My beast was right. Too much caffeine made him jumpy too.

We’re never getting to the orchard,are we?My beast was disappointed, but pleased we were spending more time with my mate.

Another day, perhaps.

“What shall we toast to?” Grams asked as he poured our coffee. “You and my grandson finding one another?”

Errol and I shared a glance. “It’s early days, Grams.” He mouthed to me, “She loves playing matchmaker.”

I squeezed his knee and raised my mug. “To us. All of us.”

“To all of us,” Grams and Errol echoed.

Grams made a mean cup of coffee, and the cake was scrumptious. I refused to compare it with Errol’s lopsided version. They were both yummy in their own way.

Errol took a big bite and moaned. “So good, Grams.” He had a dollop of icing in the corner of his mouth, and he licked it. My body reacted, leaving little space in my jeans.

“You remind me of someone, Davien.” Grams licked her fingers.

I wondered if Grams hadn’t just seen unicorns in the garden but had witnessed the human shifting. But I couldn’t try to get to the truth until Errol had met my beast.

---