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never felt so alive—which made the crash after that
much harder.
    “I’m serious. Maybe you’re used to
such things, but I felt like I was going to explode—in a good
way.”
    Lauren met his gaze. “I’m not used
to that either.”
    Reaching out, he tucked a strand of
hair behind her ear. “I think I’m ready to do more than write about
relationships.”
    She raised her eyebrows.
    “I told you I do some freelance
writing. I wrote this article not so long ago from scraps of stuff
sent to me by this psychology site’s experts. It got picked up by a
few dating sites and even this obscure little magazine bought it
from the company I work for. The title made it a shoe-in for
Halloween editions. Anyway, my byline listed me as a leading expert
in relationships. As I said, Nadia was my high school girlfriend,
so this would be my second attempt at relationships. Apparently it
doesn’t take much to be an expert in such things.”
    Lauren winced. “It wouldn’t happen
to be an article about bringing your love life back from the dead,
would it?”
    He grinned. “You read
it?”
    “I may have been attempting to
follow your advice.” If this all fell apart again, at least she
could actually blame him. There was that.
    He laughed ruefully. “Why wasn’t one
of the steps to forgive morons you meet in the fog?”
    “Why wasn’t one of them to kiss as
many zombies as you can?”
    He leaned in and kissed her. At
least he could take a hint.
    It was almost as hot as in the
haunted house—up until some of her face make-up rubbed off and
dropped between them.
    She’d had her hands on his
shoulders, and she could feel them shaking in silent laughter. She
laughed against his mouth, and they both pulled back from the
ruined romantic moment.
    He held up the glob of fake skin
that was resting on his torn-up jeans. “I think you dropped some of
your face. I also think I messed up the title of that article. It
should have been how to bring your love life back with the
undead.”

Two Years Later
     
    “Watching you walk to the door to
hand out candy is the highlight of my life,” Daniel said as Lauren
closed the door after another batch of
trick-or-treaters.
    “Why? Because I’m round as a pumpkin
or because I eat three pieces on the way to the door each
time?”
    He considered it carefully. “I
think…both.”
    Both was a good answer. He could be
taught.
    Walking over to her, Daniel took the
bowl from her hands and set it to the side before rubbing a hand
across the top of her very pregnant belly. “And how is Jerry
tonight? Is he telling you to eat all our candy before the kids
can?”
    “Stop calling him Jerry!” She swung
a fist at him which he grabbed and raised to his mouth to kiss. Her
energy for even playful fighting melted, and she sagged against him
so he could put his arms around her and rub her stomach.
    “Do you need to get off your feet
for a bit? I can take door duty.”
    When she didn’t answer immediately,
he led her to the couch where she fell with a sigh and put her feet
up. Everything about her seemed swollen and achy now. It was
amazing and miserable. It was lovely and awful. Hopefully, she’d
get the little parasite—whom she loved to pieces already—out of her
soon because her thoughts never seemed to match anymore. Everything
made her happy and sad at the same time. She felt crazy…in the
sanest sort of way.
    “Do you feel bad we didn’t go to
Melissa’s party this year?” She grabbed a handful of candy corn.
Their baby was going to be part candy corn with how she was
gobbling these down. Daniel couldn’t know this was the third bag in
the candy tray this week alone. And she wasn’t going to tell him.
She was keeping the mystery alive in their marriage.
    “No. I agree with the doctor—with
all the preterm labor, you’re better off having a night at home.
Besides, this has been fun, and I got us a few scary movies to
watch later.”
    He took off her shoes and rubbed her
feet, and she