Wrong Number, Right Bear by Lorelei M. Hart

Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need.

Who is the fool who left their phone on vibrate during the most important presentation of their career? Yep, that’s right. Me. And it would be fine if the blasted thing wasn’t blowing up during the Q&A. Whoever is calling me better have a true emergency on their hands, because if they don’t, they’re going to the land of the blocked.
The room finally clears, and I discover my phone is filled with picture after picture of adorable kittens in a box. WTH? And then I scroll back far enough to see the initial message. Some guy got this number from an answering service and thought he was calling a rescue. I’m no rescue, but I know a thing about abandoned kittens, and something tells me this wrong number isn’t an accident at all… it’s fate.