Nikita Devan: Wait—are you finally going to one of your brother’s parties? Voluntarily?
Maybe.
Raine Grosvenor: Who are you trying to impress?
Nikki Lowther: Tell us everything. Is he hot?
Nikita Devan: Ripped or dad bod?
No one. I just want to look nice for once.
Nikki Lowther: Like hell you do.
Nikita Devan: Holy. Flaming. Hosepipe, it’s the new guy.
Raine Grosvenor: What new guy?
Nikita Devan: The British fireman. You go girl. Cersei would be proud.
I’m deleting this chat.
Nikki Lowther: Not before you send a selfie in the costume.
Raine Grosvenor: More importantly, I need a selfie of this British fireman. How have I missed this?
I’m changing all your names in my phone to Nosy, Pesky, and Bossy.
Nikki Lowther: Aren’t those dwarf names?
Nikita Devan: Pretty sure you mean Menopausal, Horny, and Whiney.
Raine Grosvenor: Do you still have our full names in your phone?
Of course I do. What if I have more than two people with the same name? How else would I tell you apart?
Raine Grosvenor: Right, because Raine is soooo popular.
Nikita Devan: Yeah, every other person I meet is called Raine
Nikki Lowther: She’ll probably still list us as “Bossy (Full Name).”
Don’t tempt me. I’m adding emojis next.
The kids come barrelling through the door and I slip my phone back into my pocket with a huge grin on my face. Mr. October might look like he stepped out of a calendar, but I’m gonna look like the treat he didn’t know he was trick-or-treating for.
Chapter Six
DRAKE
“How do I look?” I ask Sienna before walking into the town hall for the annual Halloween fundraiser.
“You look…” Sienna lifts my enormous green tail with a giggle. “Like a dragon, Daddy.”
I scoop her up and spin her, her golden dress fanning around her like a bell. “And you’re the princess in the tower.”
She laughs as I set her back down on her sparkly heels. “I hope they have toffee apples. Do they have toffee apples in America?”
I grin. “I’m sure they do, glowbug. And if not, we’ll make some tomorrow.”
