"I need two, no three, pumpkin-spice lattes, large, extra whipped cream, extra caramel, and like four donut Danishes."
"Geez, you must have had averyrough night," Hazel said as I followed her into the café. "I thought you were party planning. It should be fun, not stressful."
"Ugh, that's next weekend. Crap. There's a lot I have to do still. Better make it four pumpkin-spice lattes."
* * *
I was finaglingthe door to the hearse open while juggling my coffees and bag of donut Danish when my phone buzzed.
Garrett:Cars have arrived. One was delivered to your residence. Please burn that hearse.
Penny:This hearse is an antique. Besides last night you wanted to boink in it. I can't take that away from you!
Garrett:Boink?
Penny:I don't want to go into graphic detail about how I was going to be on my hands and knees in the back of the hearse while you fucked me, but I can if you want.
Garrett:…
Ugh, crap! I shouldn't have written that. I was operating on no sleep and too much sugar and caffeine.
Penny:Ignore that. I get really horny when I'm sleep-deprived.
Garrett:Good to know.
Penny:Going to pick up the car now.
I was feeling more than a little horny, thinking about sex with Garrett. I bet it would be good. He seemed like a man with impressive attention to detail.
I hurried back to the Victorian house. I didn't want the ghost to destroy the car. The brand-new black Tesla gleamed in the crisp fall morning sun. Thankfully, it didn't have a scratch on it.
"Ghost," I scoffed. "So dumb. It's just coincidence. I need to get a hold of myself." I guzzled the rest of my first coffee then started on the next.
I was jittery as I pulled up in front of the Svenssons’ house.
"Get in!" I shouted over the pounding of the caffeine in my head. "I have to go buy pumpkins and make sure I have enough decorations and figure out what we're going to eat. I actually should have taken the hearse—then I could haul stuff. There's a lot of room in the back of a hearse, you know," I said over the blare of the Halloween music.
Garrett slid into the car. He turned off the music and then leaned over, pushing me back in the seat and kissing me hard. His hand slid under my shirt, cupping my breast.
"See," I murmured against his mouth. "If we had the hearse, we could just dive over the seat, and you could slip that in me." I palmed his cock through his pants. "It even has curtains."
"I can think of about five more places right now that would be better than fucking you in a hearse," he growled against my mouth, his hands starting to roam.
"We shouldn't right now," I gasped, pushing his hand away before it went even lower. "I need to go pick out some pumpkins. Don't worry. I'll drop you off at the office first."
I rummaged in the bag from the Grey Dove Bistro, pulled out a donut Danish, and took a big bite. He kissed me after I swallowed. "You can have a donut Danish. I bought a lot," I whispered to him.
"I'd rather kiss you instead. It tastes much better on you." Garrett sat back in his seat. "You know, I think I'll come pumpkin purchasing with you."
"You will?" I said, shocked, half-eaten donut Danish almost falling out of my mouth. "I thought you hated Halloween."
"I don't hate it. But I just know I won't get any work done if I’m thinking about you."
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Garrett
"Ithink I can make you love Halloween," Penny said as we drove away from the estate into the countryside. The rolling hills and the carpet of orange, red, and yellow leaves and the historic covered bridges did make this a picturesque part of the state.
