Page 3 of Trick or Treat with the Mountain Man
She lifted it in her hands. “It’s just some treats for Halloween. I’m doing reverse trick-or-treating this year.”
My brow furrowed. “Aren’t you a little old to be out trick-or-treating?”
“Never insult a lady’s age. Didn’t your mama teach you that?”
I sighed. This woman was either clinically insane, or she was some kind of neighborhood welcome committee.
The package in her hands was actually a small bowl. Inside it, there were a handful of traditional Halloween candies. There were mini candy bars, a pack of Nerds, candy corn, and right in the middle was a huge package of what looked like cookies wrapped up in cellophane.
They looked homemade.
I started drooling at the sight of them. How many years had it been since I’d had homemade chocolate chip cookies?
“Are those cookies?” I asked.
She stared at the peephole, smiling at it. “Yeah. I baked them myself. They’re supposed to be monsters. See the little eyes? Oh, I guess you can’t see them from there.”
“Are they chocolate chip?”
“Yeah. Would you like one?”
I found myself drawn to unlock my door. But caution told me that I should wait.
“You eat one first. The middle one.”
“You want me to eat one of the cookies?”
“Yep.” Couldn’t be too safe these days. I mean, the chances that this pretty woman was trying to deliver drugged cookies to me weren’t very likely, but it was always best to be cautious.
“If I do that, will you open the door?”
I peered past her towards the car, trying to see if anyone was lying in wait, maybe hunched down in the backseat or slouched low in the passenger seat. But it looked empty from my angle.
So I said, “Yep.” It might have been the whiskey talking. Or my cock throwing a riot.
It’s not every day that a sexy catwoman shows up on your doorstep offering homemade cookies.
Chapter 2
Ava
I stood there on his front porch eating the chocolate chip cookie, feeling like a fool.
But isn’t that what Halloween is for? Putting yourself out there and doing crazy things?
Every Halloween of my adult life, I’d gone out of my way to befriend a stranger. And my friend Abby had turned me on tothisparticular stranger.
He was her and Silas’ new neighbor. And she said he wasn’t very friendly.
Abby herself was shy, though, so I chalked some of that up to potential social awkwardness. But even Silas had said the new neighbor was cranky.
He’d lived next door for six months and theystilldidn’t even know his name.
He was just called ‘the new neighbor’.
Which is why I was here trying to entice him over to their party. It was a perfect meet-and-greet so he could get to know a bunch of people on the mountain.
I chewed up the last bit of the cookie, then called out. “I ate the cookie. You want to open the door now? I also wouldn’t mind an explanation of why you wanted me to eat it. Not that I mind, but it’s a little strange, don’t you think?”
