H is for Halloween
My panties grew damp. “You're not going to gaslight me with your seduction, Jacob.”“We had a fight.”“And it only took seven months.”I brushed past a sparkly vampire and plopped onto the barstool between Stella and Pan. My gray koala tail poked my bottom. “I guess the honeymoon is over.”Stella snorted. “Honey, what could you two love birds possibly squabble over?”“We don't agree on everything,” I insisted, trying to make my voice heard over the din of the holiday party inside the drinking establishment....