Page 81 of Faking It Right
Ryker was the first to find his voice. “That’s oddly specific.”
“You should write a book about it, babe,” Sawyer suggested.
Gia held up her hands defensively. “Hey, Maylin’s the one who claimed she’d committed murder before! You can’t blame my mind for going there.”
“Fair point,” I conceded, lifting my glass to her. “To Maylin, the unsung hero who saved London from Jack the Ripper.”
“Wait, unicorns!” Sawyer exclaimed with glee. “I bet Ryker was definitely a unicorn in a past life.”
He choked on his drink. “What? Unicorns aren’t real.”
“Neither is reincarnating as a centaur or merperson,” I pointed out. “But here we are.”
“Think about it,” Sawyer continued, warming to her theory.
I couldn’t let this golden opportunity pass. “So what you’re saying is,” I began, my voice dropping to a suggestive purr, “my boyfriend has experience with horns?”
Ryker’s eyes widened as he caught my meaning. “Harley, don’t you dare.”
“It explains so much, since he certainly knows how to handle mine.”
Sawyer burst into peals of laughter while Gia nearly spat out her drink.
“I bet I rode you as a unicorn,” I continued, having too much fun with the joke.
“If Ryker was a unicorn, what does that make Harley in that lifetime?” Gia asked.
His sister hummed with interest. “Ooh, good question. What magical creature would you have been, Harley?”
I tapped my chin, feigning serious consideration. “Obviously, I was a dragon.”
“A dragon can’t ride a unicorn,” Ryker scoffed. “Why would you be a dragon?”
“Because dragons are sexy, powerful, and known for their impressive size,” I explained with a cocky grin. “Plus, dragons and unicorns are natural enemies in mythology, which explains why we bickered for so long before getting together.”
“The forbidden romance angle,” Gia nodded approvingly. “I like it.”
“A unicorn and a dragon,” Sawyer mused. “That’s actually kind of perfect for you two.”
“See?” I pulled Ryker closer. “Even your sister approves of our mythological romance.”
“The unicorn probably just wanted to be left alone to eat grass or whatever,” Ryker muttered, “but the dragon wouldn’t stop following him around, making inappropriate comments about his horn.”
His comeback delighted me. “And yet, the unicorn secretly loved the attention.”
“Did not,” Ryker argued, but the smile he couldn’t hide told a different story.
“The dragon definitely knew how to stroke the unicorn’s horn,” I stage-whispered, earning snickers and an eye roll.
Always a team player, Sawyer joined in the fun. “Dragons have that special breath, right? It’s probably great for polishing horns.”
“I’m leaving,” Ryker threatened, though he remained firmly in place beside me.
“No, you’re not.” I draped my arm around his shoulders. “You’re having too much fun pretending to be annoyed with us.”
“Who says I’m pretending?”
Gia got us back on track. “If Ryker was a unicorn and Harley was a dragon, what would that make you and me, babe?”
