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“Yeah, it was,” Playboy agreed. “Hang on, let me set you down on the bench,” he said, turning around and gently placing her down on the stone built-in shower bench.

She smiled at him as he grabbed her loofa, shower gel, and shampoo.

They spent the next few minutes washing up before getting out, drying off, and getting dressed.

After putting on her prosthetic, Gabby pulled on a pair of jeans and a gray sweater with a boat neck. Playboy stepped into his jeans and donned a long-sleeve football t-shirt.

Gabby stood up from the bed, and Playboy eyed her over. Damn, she was beautiful. She had let her hair dry naturally, giving her long blonde locks a wavy look. She wore little makeup.

“If you keep staring at me like you’re ready to pounce on me, we are going to be later than we already are,” she teased.

Playboy grinned, shaking his head. He grabbed his car keys and wallet and ushered them out the door before he took her back to bed.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Gabby and Playboy stepped out of his car, the cool October air filled with the scent of caramel apples, cinnamon, and freshly baked treats. The community Halloween festival was in full swing, and the small town had really gone all out. Laughter filled the air as kids, dressed in costumes ranging from superheroes to princesses, dashed from car to car for trunk-or-treat, their bags and buckets quickly filling with candy.

Gabby smiled as she took in the scene.

“Have you been to this before?” Playboy asked her.

She shook her head as she looked around. Cars lined the main street on both sides of the road, each trunk decorated in festive Halloween themes. Spiders were dangling from fake webs, jack-o’-lanterns glowing, and skeletons grinning from the backseats.

Families milled about, some dressed in group costumes, others holding steaming cups of cider. Off in the distance, the local fire department’s haunted house loomed ominously, a line of brave souls waiting to be terrified.

“This is so cool,” Gabby stated, her eyes wide as she took in the scene.

“The city does an awesome job every year putting it on,” Playboy said with a grin as he took her hand, and they headed toward the center of the action.

“How many people come out for this,” she asked. “It looks like the entire city of Virginia Beach is here.”

Playboy laughed. “It draws thousands of people. And it seems to grow every year.”

As they wove through the crowd, Gabby spotted Bear, Jocelyn, and the kids near one of the cars. Amira was in full “Cattitude Witch” mode, dressed in a black cat costume with a witch’s hat perched atop her head. Her face was painted with whiskers and sparkly purple eyeshadow. Max, on the other hand, was an adorable astronaut, his tiny space helmet bobbing as he ran around collecting candy.

Gabby’s heart swelled as she watched Amira twirl in her costume and Max attempt to fit yet another candy bar into his already overflowing bucket. There was something about seeing the kids so happy that tugged at her.Maybe one day,she thought to herself, glancing at Playboy out of the corner of her eye. The idea of having kids with him and sharing moments like this with their own little ones crept into her mind. Not yet, though. But maybe in a few years. Was it crazy that she was thinking about babies?

They made their way over to the group. The rest of the team was already there laughing and munching on Halloween treats.

Clover handed her a cup of hot cider. She took a sip and felt the warmth spread through her body. It was delicious.

“Ms. Gabby! Uncle Playboy!” Amira’s little voice piped up as she ran over to them. Her witch hat almost fell off as she ran. “Did you see? I’m a Cattitude Witch!”

“We saw! You look amazing!” Gabby knelt down to give Amira a hug. She adjusted her hat before it fell into her bucket of candy. “That purple eyeshadow is fierce,” Gabby told her.

Playboy chuckled, ruffling Max’s helmet as the astronaut held up his full bucket of candy. “Nice haul, buddy.”

The evening carried on in a blur of laughter and sugar as everyone enjoyed the festivities.

Gabby couldn’t help but eye Nails’ date. She was a tall woman and came dressed as a sultry witch, complete with a plunging neckline and thigh-high boots. Gabby raised an eyebrow,thinking it wasn’t an appropriate costume for a family event. But she didn’t say anything, knowing Nails had a habit of picking dates who stood out.

Just as Gabby was thinking things couldn’t get more entertaining, Amira wandered over to Nails’ date, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Are you a thick witch?” she asked innocently.

The woman, clearly caught off guard, blinked down at Amira. “Uh... what?”

“You know, like the thick witch Uncle Nails was talking about. The one who’s gonna ride his broomstick?” Amira asked, her voice dead serious.

Gabby froze, her eyes widening as she fought the urge to burst out laughing. Her hand shot out, covering Amira’s mouth as quickly as possible. “Okay, sweetie, let’s maybe not repeat everything we overhear,” Gabby said, trying her best to stifle a giggle.

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