Amber
I woke late the next morning, having been awake in the middle of the night.
As I lay in bed watching the sun filter through the leaves of the tree outside my window, the previous evening seemed like a dream.
A dating app showing up on my phone for no reason, could have been a scam.
After all, the internet was one big ad for anything and everything.
I’d have just blocked it and moved on with life if I hadn’t been in the middle of a group of people as into the paranormal as I was. But they were intrigued, too, and one thing led to another.
Could any of it really have happened?
Only one way to be sure. More awake now, I reached for my phone on the charger, but it wasn’t there. I eventually found it under the blankets where I must have dropped it when I fell asleep.
Taking a deep breath, I brought up my home page and found the icon for the Mail-Order Matings app. Right there on the screen. And when I opened the app, there was a notification waiting for me to see. I was surprised that I hadn’t heard it come in—must have been really out.
I hoped it wasn’t from the unicorn wanting to give me more details about his job. I needed to get to work soon, and he would just end up putting me to sleep. Again.
But instead, the message was from someone new.
In fact, two messages, one from each, and while they were unicorns, they described themselves as shadow unicorns.
In their human forms, they just looked like very hot guys, but when I researched for a ridiculous amount of time, I found some very interesting facts about shadow unicorns.
Most of the “research” I found was more fantasy than science. They were believed to be extinct by most. But after everything I’d seen so far, I was ready to believe they were still around. I even found a few pictures, although they were almost as blurry as Bigfoot shots in the woods.
A glance at the clock told me I didn’t have another minute to waste in online searching.
I didn’t like to be late for work, and I’d already used up most of the time I could spend in the shower, meaning, my hair would not be styled very much.
But as I shampooed, I wondered what it would be like to meet these guys for real.
Even if they hadn’t had a second form with three horns—three horns!
—they were better looking than anyone I’d ever gone out with.
Certainly the kind of guys who showed up at clubs with models on their arms.
I combed conditioner through my hair, wondering what had made them contact me.
What about boring me would attract them?
All those books I read about paranormal romance, the shifters wound up with their mates.
And mates were sent by Fate. Supposedly the app was matching people with their fated mates, although I’d pushed that thought aside for the most part because didn’t that just apply to the shifters?
Not to humans?
I rushed to dress, grateful that as a research librarian, I wasn’t in the public eye much and didn’t have to get very fancy. Nice jeans and a blouse, low boots, and I was ready to run out the door with my damp locks on my shoulders.
All day, as I data mined for clients, I thought about the messages I’d received from the two dark unicorns.
I wished I’d had time to reply to them, but as it was, I didn’t even get to take lunch.
And by the time I left the library, I was half excited and half ready to be disappointed.
If they were like the other unicorn in personality, I would definitely cross unicorns of all kinds off my dating possibilities list.
And who ever thought I’d say something like that?
Not me!
That alone made me a more interesting person, didn’t it? A little?