Although unexpectedly hearing from Matt was better than a jolt of caffeine any day. "Well, my plane to Hawaii doesn't leave until morning," she teased. "Hawaii, eh?" His voice went smooth and rich as the best Bernard Callebaut chocolate. "I can do that." The dream she'd had the other night came to mind. Hot sand, white beaches. Matt shirtless. Oh, boy. She cleared her throat. "Unless I win the lottery, I'm not going anywhere. What's up?" "I need your help. Don't move. I'll be right over." He hung up before she could say anything more. What was he up to now? Not that it really mattered. He was coming over. Glancing down at her worn sweats, Lauren set her can on the counter and raced to her room to quickly change into jeans and a nicer shirt. Ten minutes later he rapped on her door. A startled laugh jumped from her mouth when she answered it. "What are you doing? Halloween isn't for another two weeks." Matt, wearing black jeans and his Doc Martens, his black leather coat and a Zorro mask breezed past her into her kitchen.
