Page 9 of Sweet Treat for the Mountain Man

“C’mon, then, let’s go.” I took her by the hand, my heart pounding in my chest.

I led her outside to my truck. I opened the passenger door for her and pulled the donkey costume over my head, pulling my t-shirt down at the same time.

Amora had yet to step into the truck. She was too busy staring at where my shirt lifted.

I couldn’t help but grin.

“Like something you see?”

Her face turned beat red as her head snapped up. She said nothing as she climbed into the truck. My ears buzzed, my body lit on fire. Being near her felt so good.

So why couldn’t I trust it?

“Did you want to stop by your place so you can change? I feel bad I took my costume off.”

“That would be great. Actually, why don’t I grab my car and you follow me there? Then I don’t have to worry about getting it later.” Amora jumped out of the truck.

“That’s a good idea. Where’s your car?”

She pointed to a small compact Toyota. “I live over on Bombay Street.”

“I know it. See you there.”

She waved as she walked to her car and I followed her ass the whole time. God she was sexy. It would be hard to keep my hands to myself.

I’d have to try. Hard.

We arrived at her cabin ten minutes later. She had Halloween decorations set up, with inflatables on the front yard, and pumpkins lining her steps. She set a small graveyard up next to her garden, and a trio of witches around a cauldron on the other side.

“I like it,” I said as she walked outside, now in leggings and a hoodie, the black wig gone. Her face looked freshly washed, and she had her short curls pulled back from her face by a headband. Beautiful.

I wanted to kiss her.

“Thanks. I don’t go all out. I save that energy for the party.”

“Makes sense.” I helped her into my truck and hurried to the other side. I took my time driving to my place, liking the feel of her in my space. I didn’t think I would. “So how long have you worked at the local paper?”

“A few years now. Colleen makes it better. She’s an awesome co-worker.”

“Greg and her are great. I’ve known them for a long time now. I met Greg working at the local diner in town. He became a professor and I went into IT.”

“So if my computer breaks, you can fix it?” Amora looked over at me in the truck's darkness.

“Always.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat and reached over to wrap my hand around hers.

We fell silent as I drove the rest of the way to my cabin. As soon as I pulled onto my street, the lights shown in the darkness, the yard display far and wide. I covered every inch of grass with some kind of decoration.

Amora gasped as we drew closer. “No way.”

“Yep.”

“No wonder you were so amazing at making the skeleton. Colleen should’ve taken me here!”

I let go her hand and parked the truck. “I’ll show you around. I’ve been collecting everything over the years.”

After helping her out, I led her into my yard and told her stories about each set up, basing some of my displays off of movie scenes. In one section, I had a Beetlejuice animatronic with a blow up next to him, and another section with Snoopy and Charlie Brown inflatables.

“I like how you keep to the more playful side of Halloween than the scary side.” Amora noted.