“The master bedroom, you say?”
“No. The guest room. Since you’re my guest. And I want you to be comfortable.”
She swung her head side to side, her whole body rocking. “If that’s the best you can do…”
“Oh, trust me. It iseverythingI can do.”
“Well.” She lifted her head and straightened, the wind stirring her horsey mane and setting a flickering of glittery lights free. “I’ll humor you. Show me to the guest room.”
“Wipe your hooves.”
“What do you think I am? A lady keeps her hooves clean at all times.” She scraped her hooves on the welcome mat then barged past me into the house trotting into the living room.
“Lace and frills? Really, Myra. Are you compensating for something? I didn’t think you were the type to fall into stale female tropes.”
“Judge me, and you’re sleeping with the mushrooms.”
She rolled her big eyes. “Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Don’t you have such a nice home?” She spat that out through her teeth like a threat.
“Yes, I do, thank you. Guest room this way.” I couldn’t hide my smile as she huffed and trotted after me, muttering about humans and ruffles. I opened the door and stepped aside so she could get a good long look at the spare bedroom.
“It’s…that’s…I…is this the only guest room?”
I stuck my hands on my hips. “Yep.”
“And the…uh…garage?”
“Still an option.”
“How is the garage decorated?”
“It isn’t. Just a concrete floor, walls with storage, and a nice dry area for straw bedding.”
“Straw.”
She hadn’t walked into the guest room yet, but the straw comment got her moving.
“Rosebud quilt. My, it looks so…homemade, doesn’t it? And matching curtains. So…sweet.” She gave the shabby-chic dresser one look, rolled her eyes, then hopped up onto the bed and sort of sprawled on her side.
It was an unusual way to see a horse lie, almost as if she were a starlet posing for a silent movie.
Unicorns were oddballs. Which meant they fit right in with everyone else in Ordinary.
“This will suffice.” She shifted, dragging the pillows to where she wanted them under her head and front legs. “Now leave. It’s been a traumatizing day. What does he see in this town?”
“What?”
“What?” She closed her eyes and exhaled.
“Who, he?”
“Who, he…Myra, I’m exhausted. Leave me now. I need my beauty sleep.”
“You said you didn’t know what he sees in this town. Who are you talking about?”
