Turning in his embrace, I cocked my head to the side. "Just the ears?"

The grin he wore now was half challenging and half sin. "Yeah. Just the ears. Absolutely

nothing else. Okay. Maybe heels, 'cuz that would be sexy. It can be our own person trick or treat.

And I promise you, I'll have a big treat for you."

My mouth dropped opened.

So did the older lady who was holding a nun outfit behind him. She sucked in a huffy

breath and muttered, "Well!"

Daemon glanced over his shoulder and then shrugged. "Or not."

My face flaming, I smacked him on his rock solid chest. "I can't take you anywhere."

His deep chuckle sent a shiver down my spine and he leaned in, kissing my cheek. I

hurried around the rack before I turned into a total puddle of goo or we started making out in

front of everyone and the baby Jesus costume.

Spotting a purple fedora and fluffy scarf, I yanked it off the rack and whirled around.

"How about this for you?"

Daemon's brows shot up. "A pimp outfit? Seriously?"

Giggling, I stuck in back in the rack and then pulled out another one. "What about this?"

"A priest outfit?"

"Well, you are so very modest."

"Ha. Ha" Daemon took the costume from my hand and put it back. "I don't think there is

anything

—whoa, look at that."

"What?" I turned, following his gaze. Up on the shelf was a mask with two

flesh-colored

plastic ears attached to a mask that was brown on one side and white on the other. I said I wasn't

wearing ears or a tail, but this… oh no, this was so different. "Oh, sweet baby aliens, is that what

I think it is?"

Daemon edged around me and reached up, yanking the full outfit down. Lean muscles of

his back flexed under the black shirt,

almost

distracting me from what he held in his hands. I

hopped up to his side, clapping my hands together like a seal on crack. He was trying not to

laugh. "Yep, I think it is. Or you have to pee. One or the other."

I ignored that, my eyes focused on the cute white dress with brown arms and a ring of

brown fur along the bottom hem. It even came with white socks with brown trimmings.

"The official Gizmo costume," Daemon said, reading the tag. He cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, the official

sexy

Gizmo costume. Well, that's kind of disturbing. Since when is

Gizmo sexy?"

"I have to have it," I said, making grabbing fingers. "Gimme."

He handed it over, and I clutched it to my chest. I was about to make a mad dash to the

cash register when I noticed pointy green ears, reptilian like, poking out from behind the rest of

the Gizmo costumes.

My eyes bugged and I darted around Daemon, grabbing the costume. Whipping around, I

shoved Spike, the Gremlin costume at Daemon. "You have to get this. We could be Gizmo and

Spike. And you like Spike, remember? You said he was a badass."

"He is." Daemon frowned. "But this looks like pajamas."

"But it has a mohawk. Win."

"I see." Daemon shook his head, sighing. "I can't believe I'm considering this."

Considering this meant he was going to do it, probably with a lot of complaining and

sulking, but he'd do it, because it was Daemon.

He'd do it for me.

Stretching up to the tips

of my toes, I kissed his slightly parted lips. "Thank you."

His eyes flashed an intense shade of green as he lowered his head, pressing his forehead

against mine. When he spoke, he lips brushed mine. "You're so going to owe me for this."

"You're right."

I grinned, taking a step back. Turning around, I picked up the furry black

ears and faced him. "I'll buy the kitten ears too."

Daemon's lips parted. "And that's all?"

"That's all."