“I’m going to go start looking,” she said a moment later. It would be a miracle if she found something decent a mere two days before Halloween. With the way her week was going, if the party wasn’t also a fundraiser for the children’s hospital, she’d be tempted to skip it altogether.

Mae walked with her and commented, “I think I need to book a reading with you. I need to know if love like Honor and Asher’s is in my future. Things are looking pretty bleak these days.”

She glanced over at the pretty pixie blond in the middle of browsing a rack of costumes. “I can’t always give a definitive answer during a reading, but at the very least, we can examine your aura, and clear your energy flows of anything blocking your path to finding love.”

“Well, single motherhood is one big energy block,” she said wryly.

“Plenty of single parents find love,” Roxanna argued with a smile.

“I know. And I swear, I wouldn’t trade Ian for any guy, but someday the woman in me wants more. She wants to feel like a woman again, not just an overworked mommy CEO.”

“That same woman in me totally gets you,” she murmured while swiping past the French Maid, the Sexy Cheerleader, and the Slutty Nurse. The high end rental shop meant the costumes were top of the line, but she still needed a skirt that covered past her ass, or she’d end up feeling as exposed as she had that night she’d climbed into bed with Loyal.

Was that only a week ago?

Not even, and yet it seemed so far in the past already.

“Do you ever see stuff for yourself,” Mae asked with curiosity. “Like, would you sense if the guy of your dreams was in the same room?”

She gave a soft snort as Honor joined them.

“They’re holding our stuff at the front.” The redhead raised her eyebrows and pinned Roxanna with her green gaze. “Guy of your dreams? Do tell.”

She shrugged as she felt the soft, supple leather of a black Catwoman suit, then flipped it to the left. “There’s nothing to tell. I mean, back when I was nine, I did have a dream that the love of my life would be loyal and true, but I’ve discovered I have as much of a chance of finding a guy like that as I do finding a unicorn. He doesn’t exist for me.”

Mae’s eyes widened. “Ooh—maybe it’s Asher’s brother, Loyal. Like, literally, he’s Loyal and true. That would make perfect sense.”

Oh, man, why had she even said that out loud? She’d never told anyone about that stupid dream before. Roxanna shot a quick glance of alarm at Honor, because the last thing she needed was her telling Asher, but the cake baker’s attention was focused on the rack of costumes.

“Rox and Loyal mix like oil and water,” she contradicted while pulling the Catwoman suit off the rack. She held it up in front of Roxanna as if eyeing the fit. “But this, right here, is like cake and frosting.”

“Oh, please. No way I’m wearing that.”

“Come on, at least try it on.”

“I can’t give readings in leather,” she protested when Honor completely ignored her and headed across the store with the suit.

“Says who?” Mae tugged on her arm and dragged her along. “Catwoman can be psychic for one Halloween. I bet it’ll look great on you.”

“It’s never going to fit right off the rack.”

“Then we’ll ask the sales lady to find you the right size in the back.”

She took the costume into the dressing room, determined to show them it didn’t fit and get on with finding something more appropriate. Except when she pulled the suit on and zipped up the front, she was absolutely floored. At her five-foot-nine, the odds of it fitting off the rack were crazy astronomical, and yet it did.

Even more astonishing, the form-fitting leather was comfortable without being constricting. It felt…right—an odd sensation after everything had been so wrong for the past week.

“Let’s see it,” Honor called.

She put on the mask and opened the fitting room curtain.

“Perfect,” Mae said with a pleased grin. “Look at that. You look awesome.”

Honor was smiling, too. “Mae and I are too short to ever wear something like that, but she’s right, it’s great.”

“I don’t hate it,” she said with a casual shrug. If she was being honest, she even felt a little sexy. She wasn’t going to be honest enough to say that out loud though.

“I’ll go tell the lady to add it to my bill,” Honor said as she turned toward the front. “Asher said he’s covering yours since you always donate the readings.”

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