Logan hated everything about Halloween. He disliked pumpkins on a fundamental level. He couldn’t understand why anyone would wear the color orange, let alone decorate with it. And all those scary witches, ghosts, and werewolves? No.
Layla had decided to dress up as Minnie Mouse, and she’d very politely—and with a gallon of teasing twinkles in her eyes—asked him to “pretty please wear a pair of Mickey Mouse ears.”
Which meant he could not wear his cowboy hat. She’d given the hideous ears to him on Monday when he’d gone to the clinic to get the dogs. And he’d told her he’d go with her to the church’s Halloween chili cook-off. It was in two hours, and he couldn’t back out now.
notHe worked through sunset, pushing his muscles to their breaking point, so he could focus on the pain instead of
