Page 47 of The Main Event

“It’s not going to be a surprise in two hours.”

“It’s still a surprise until then. It’s not like you’re telling me what your costume is.”

He was right. My costume was new this year. It was versatile, fun, and a little bit sexy if I was telling the truth. It wasn’t slutty, a word I knew Tammy would bandy about if she saw it. It wasn’t your grandmother’s Halloween costume either. “Fine. I’ll see you in two hours.”

I didn’t say goodbye to Tammy as I turned. “I’m not on call if there are issues tonight, Hannah,” I said to the bartender. “I believe it’s Tammy’s night.”

“I have prayer circle,” Tammy growled.

“I was on call last night. Tonight, I’m cutting loose.”

“Didn’t you go out drinking last night?” Tammy demanded. “Alcohol is for sinners by the way.”

“Well, I intend to sin copiously tonight.” I saluted Levi as I strolled toward the door. “You’d better hope your costume is amazing, because otherwise, people are going to laugh at you because mine is just that great.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Levi waved me off. “We’ll just see who has the better costume.”

TWO HOURS LATER, THE ANSWER WAS CLEAR.

“No way,” I complained when I saw what Levi was wearing. “You look like a green stripper.”

“I’m Frankenstein,” Levi shot back. He’d gone through the trouble to paint his skin green, but because he was fashionable tothenth degree, he was wearing a tailored jacket that he’d likely gotten at Goodwill and conned somebody to sew patches on. The bolts coming out of his neck were covered in rhinestones, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt under his coat so his muscles were on display.

“No Frankenstein in their right mind would wear that outfit,” I complained.

Levi made a sniffing sound. “Um … I beg to differ. This is what all the stylish Frankensteins will be wearing this holiday season.”

I poked his chest. It was solid. “How often do you work out?”

“There are different ways to work out.”

He was being cagey. I wanted to question him on it, but I didn’t. It would be a waste of time until he had a few drinks in him. “Whatever.” I straightened in my tight dress. “What do you think?”

“You’re boobalicious,” he replied without hesitation.

I glanced down at my ample cleavage. It had taken a bit of work to get my boobs to stand up this high. I wasn’t naturally blessed in that department—a solid B-cup at best—but I’d found a few things to help me look as if I belonged on the Halloween cover of Playboy. “Is that all you’re going to say?” I demanded as I stroked my smooth hair. It had taken me an hour to straighten it just right. It was also darker than normal because I’d put a black rinse on it. It left me looking paler than normal, which was what I was going for.

“I can’t look away from your boobs,” Levi admitted. He reached out to touch them without asking. It was fine. He’d touched them before. That was one of the benefits of having a gay best friend. “What is this?” He poked the foam I’d placed strategically into the bodice of the dress. “How much of this is actually real?” He gestured toward my heaping cleavage.

“Not nearly as much as I would like,” I admitted. “I found some old shoulder pads. I was still looking for a proper boost yesterday when I saw that suit Tammy was wearing. That’s what gave me the idea.”

“You mean the suit she wore on her date with Jax?”

I narrowed my eyes. “I believe that’s the suit I was referring to.”

“A date you’re not upset about.”

“Why would I be upset about anything Tammy does? As long as she stays away from me, I’m happy.”

“Uh-huh.” He licked his lips. “Is that your story?”

“What other story would I have?” I planted my hands on my hips and practically dared him to say something I was going to dislike.

“I was just making sure.” Levi raised his hands in supplication. “I guess I thought there was a possibility that something was going on between you and Jax. If I was mistaken, I take it back.”

“You were definitely mistaken.”

He blinked.

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