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he opened this door? “Right now, I’m afraid I waited too long to come home.”
    â€œMaybe New York is your home now.”
    Those words coming from his friend hurt. “What do you want? Maybe I can help.”
    Quincy’s expression grew mulish. “I don’t need your help.”
    They were at an impasse. Ean stood. “Let me know if you change your mind. Your friendship means a lot to me, Q. It’s one of the reasons I came home.”
    Surprise relaxed Quincy’s tight features. Ean turned to leave the office. But he wasn’t calling the game. This was only a time-out. He’d come home to return to the people and the things that mattered most to him. But had he waited too long?
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    â€œDracula is drunk.” Megan chewed the words like rocks in her mouth.
    â€œStan? Are you sure?” Ramona tapped Megan’s shoulder with the wand she used as part of her witch costume. “Perhaps you should check again.”
    â€œI’m. Positive.” Megan could barely breathe through her anger. She imagined breaking Ramona’s wand into bits.
    Ramona waved the wand dismissively. “What do you want me to do about it?”
    Megan’s eyes stretched wide. “You hired Stan Crockett— the town drunk —to read Halloween-themed children’s books to our customers’ kids.”
    It was the third Saturday of October, the day Books & Bakery hosted its annual Halloween costume party and children’s story time. Megan heard the virtual flushing of her afternoon event as it plunged down the figurative toilet. Ramona either couldn’t hear it or didn’t care.
    â€œNice costume party, Megan.” Quincy’s comment was barely audible above the angry buzzing in Megan’s ears and the laughter of children enjoying the Halloween games arranged around the store.
    Megan turned to find Quincy standing in a semicircle with Darius and Ean. The Terrible Trio reunited and standing in her grandparents’ bookstore. She’d stepped back in time. However, each man had donned the bare minimum to be considered in costume. Quincy had pulled on a football jersey and a pair of faded blue jeans. Darius wore a gray stitch fedora. The name tag on his teal sweater read: MEMBER OF THE PRESS.
    Megan stared at Ean’s blue jeans, black jersey and the white bandanna tied around his head. “What are you supposed to be? A pirate?”
    Ean adjusted the bandanna. “Not what, who. Deion Sanders.”
    Did he truly believe the bandanna alone pegged him as the Hall of Fame former football player? Megan feared her eyes would burst from her head. “Is this the best the three of you could do? Seriously?”
    â€œWhat are you supposed to be? An Egyptian princess?” Ean’s warm gaze slid over her.
    Megan laid her damp palms on the skirt of her white lamé dress. “The goddess Isis.”
    She reached behind her to spread the gold theatrical cape or “wings.” The heavy black eyeliner had been a pain to apply, even harder than wielding the hot comb to straighten the curl from her hair.
    â€œI like it.” The intensity in Ean’s olive eyes made her stomach muscles quiver.
    â€œThanks.” Megan nervously checked the gold band wrapped around the top of her head. She felt the others staring between her and Ean, and fought the urge to fidget.
    Quincy turned to Ramona. “Where’s your costume?”
    Ramona’s eyes narrowed. “I wish this were a real wand. I’d turn you into a toad. Oh! Too late.”
    â€œOuch.” Darius chuckled.
    â€œAfternoon, everyone.”
    Megan turned at the newcomer’s greeting. “Sheriff, is that your costume?” She clenched her teeth to keep from snarling.
    Sheriff Alonzo Lopez glanced at his tan shirt, black tie and spruce green gabardine pants. His cocoa eyes looked confused. “It’s my uniform. I’m on duty.”
    Megan cut Darius a