Page 169 of Trick or Stalk

She licks his face, and he chuckles.

“Thanks for the kisses.”

My ovaries just fucking exploded.

I’m a damn hot mess.

Apparently, my survival instincts haven't merely stopped functioning. They've packed their shit and left Vermont.

His boots thud against the floor as he comes closer. Penny follows behind him, tongue hanging out.

He stares at me intently. “Have you been sleeping any better?”

I freeze.

He knew I was tired the last time he saw me.

But his question catches me off guard.

I look toward the front window, unable to handle his intensity.

“Expecting someone?”

The words fly out of my mouth too fast. “No.”

His eyebrow lifts.

“Umm... maybe.”

“Who?”

“Nobody.”

“Interesting name.”

“Shut up.” I inhale deeply.

On the exhale, I say, “We’re supposed to get a shipment of books today. One of my favorite authors. I’m hoping to snag a copy.”

It’s a partial truth.

He nods, still looking unconvinced.

I give him a smile. “I’m just tired. I did the pumpkin carving thing two days ago, and things got weird.”

Shit. Why did I blurt that out?

His expression doesn't change. “Weird how?”

I hesitate.

A masked man scared away another man following me.

Then the masked man escorted me to a coffee shop.

But I don’t say that.

“Halloween weird.”