A Million Kisses or More by A.C. Warneke Read Free Book Online

hours for trick or treating are six to eight. The town doesn’t like the little ones staying out too late.”
    Ana scrunched up her nose at that but her smile never faltered, “Six to eight, okay.” Turning back to Jolie, she said, “I’ll come over around three and we can get you ready.”
    “I’m sure it doesn’t take three hours to do make up,” Harrison scoffed.
    “Of course not,” she beamed, finally giving him her full attention and making him forget to breathe. Even as she spoke, delicate color stained her cheeks and he thought she was probably the loveliest creature he had seen in ages. In his book, Justice had spent a single day with her and already she had set the necromancer’s world on end. Of course, he had just been brought back from the grave so that was to be expected. He wondered what Ana would think if she knew she was responsible for Justice’s resurrection? “But we have to make up our plan of attack so we can hit the most houses.”
    “Are you going to dress up, too?” he asked, picturing her in one of those too sexy Halloween costumes, the ones that were all fishnet tights and corsets and not much else. He’d like to trick or treat her…. Jesus, he needed to slam his face against a brick wall and get it through his thick head that she was not for him.
    “Of course,” she answered. “I’ll be Jolie’s zombie sister.”
    “The two of you don’t look anything alike,” he blurted even though he liked the way the two of them looked together.
    “When I’m done, you’ll hardly be able to tell us apart.”
    Jolie giggled, “Except you’ll be tall and I’ll be short.”
    “There is that,” Ana grinned. “I have the best recipe for fake blood… I hope you have clothes you don’t mind getting ruined.”
    Harrison groaned at Ana’s enthusiasm. And then he looked at the clock and groaned again. Setting down the plate and glass, grabbing up Jolie’s backpack, he said, “We have to get you to the bus stop right now or you’ll miss the bus.”
    “Okay,” Jolie said on a sigh as she stood up. Giving Ana an impromptu hug, she added, “Maybe you can come over later and we can play video games or something.”
    “Anytime, sweetie,” Ana assured her, returning the hug with only the slightest hesitation.
    As soon as the bus picked up his daughter, Harrison returned to the house, to his kitchen, and found Ana still sitting at the table picking at her brownie. When she realized he was standing there, she looked up and gave him that heart-stopping smile. Motioning towards the seat next to her, she said, “You never even tried your brownie.”
    “She’s never actually watched a zombie movie,” Harrison felt the need to explain. “I mean, she’s eight. But my brother is obsessed with zombies and Jolie adores her uncle, so….”
    Her understanding look turned his brain to mush and if he wasn’t careful, he’d become a flesh-eating zombie, as long as Ana was on the menu. Sitting down, keeping his eyes on her as if she might disappear at any moment, he said, “You take my breath away, Ana.”
    Fuck, where the hell did that come from? At her pleased smile, he realized it was the absolute worst thing he could have said. She was young, impressionable, and he had no right encouraging her. Clearing his throat, he added, “I mean, you came in here with fresh brownies and just made yourself at home. Are you sure you’ve never been in this house before yesterday?”
    “Was it really only yesterday?” she asked with an adorable little frown pulling her eyebrows together. “Right because I read your book last night. I’m still pissed about that, you know.”
    “I am aware,” he said with a smile because he couldn’t help himself. “Luckily, I’m less pissed than I was this morning.”
    Heaving a sigh, she let her shoulders relax, “Thank god. I figured homemade brownies would help.”
    “It wasn’t the brownies,” he said, taking a bite. Dear god, he might have to reconsider