Her Halloween Treat. Tiffany Reisz

years older and very well-off from his investment banking job. She didn’t begrudge Dillon his success, though, not with the hours he put in. She much preferred her forty-hour workweek and her evenings and weekends off to enjoy her life. And she had been enjoying it. Until meeting Ben’s wife, that is. But tonight...she was kind of enjoying tonight.

      “So...can I ask something?” he said.

      “You just did.”

      He glared at her.

      “Ask,” she said.

      “Why’d you come back?”

      “My brother’s getting married? I would assume that’s a good enough reason.”

      “No, you said you changed your flight to come back early. You had a weird look on your face when you said it.”

      “Oh. That.” She sat back from the bar. They’d eaten at the bar on counter stools instead of the table. Since the bar was small they sat on opposite sides facing each other. It felt more informal that way, more like friends than the strangers they’d become to each other. “I had booked a couple days in LA between Hawaii and here. I had plans with a friend and they sort of fell through. So I came home a day early.”

      It was technically true. Her boyfriend was also her friend and she’d had plans for them. She’d barely wrapped her mind around the accidental affair she’d been having for the past two years. She wasn’t about to drop all that on Chris’s lap. The lap could be used for much better purposes.

      “You called it home.”

      “What?” Joey asked.

      “You called Oregon home. You said you came home a day early. Do you still think of Oregon as home?”

      “Well... I did grow up here. That makes it home.”

      “Does Hawaii feel like home?”

      “No. Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s been an adventure, but it’s never felt permanent. Maybe it will someday. When I go places and people ask where I’m from I still say Oregon, even though I’ve been living there for years. So yeah, Oregon is home still. And I’m glad I had it to come home to after...you know, my plans didn’t work out. I feel better already being back.”

      “Sorry your trip didn’t work out with your friend.”

      “It’s okay. It’s for the best, really. Will you excuse me?”

      Joey put her napkin down and walked quickly but not too quickly to the downstairs bathroom. She didn’t have to go, but she did need to take a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Crying with Kira all night and a few hours painting a bedroom with Chris wasn’t going to heal the wound that fast. But she refused to succumb to tears. Ben didn’t deserve any more of her tears.

      In the kitchen she heard the distinct beeping of her phone. She’d set it to wolf whistle whenever she got a message.

      “That’s Dillon,” she yelled through the door as she dried her hands. “What does he want?”

      “He wants to know if I’ve banged you yet.”

      “Oh, shit...” Joey buried her face in her hands, took a deep breath and peeked her head out of the bathroom.

      “That text wasn’t from Dillon,” she said.

      Chris eyed her with amusement—thank God.

      “Not unless you put him under ‘Kira’ in your contacts list. I didn’t know I was supposed to bang you.”

      “Ugh.”

      “Ugh?”

      “Yes, ugh.” She eased back down onto her bar stool, wincing in her extreme embarrassment. “I have to tell you something.”

      “Before or after I bang you?”

      She grimaced. “Cute. Here’s the thing.” She clasped her hands in front of her.

      “How do you feel about spooning? I’m for it myself if I get to be the big spoon.”

      “Now I remember why I didn’t have a crush on you in high school.”

      He laughed, which was good. Better than getting up and leaving before she could explain herself.

      “I told you I had plans with a friend in LA and they didn’t work out? Well... I have a boyfriend. Had a boyfriend. At least, I thought he was a boyfriend.”

      “What was he?”

      “A husband.”

      “He was your husband?”

      “No. He wasn’t my husband. That’s the problem.”

      Chris started to sit back but then clearly realized he was on a bar stool and leaned forward instead.

      “That doesn’t sound good.”

      “No...no, it really isn’t good. Ben works at Oahu Air. He’s one of the VPs there. Luckily not of my department. He commutes from LA. Couple weeks in Honolulu. Couple weeks in LA. He says he hates LA, and I believed him, but I like LA so I thought I’d visit him there. A surprise. Happy surprise? No. Not happy surprise.”

      “What happened?”

      “I went to his house and rang the bell, and his wife opened the door.”

      “Fuck.”

      “My sentiments exactly. Two years. We dated two years. Nobody at work knew he was married. He kept it a secret for whatever reason. Probably so he could date in Hawaii, which he did. We were together two years before I figured out he was married. And I didn’t even figure it out. It had to be shoved down my throat.” She took a ragged breath. “So...as you can imagine, I’m feeling pretty stupid.”

      “You shouldn’t feel stupid. Sounds like he had his game down pat.”

      “Nobody at work knew. Not even my friend Kira, who worked with him in the LA office. Kira told me that the best way to get over one guy is to get under another.”

      “It’s a sound theory, really.”

      “When I got here I was on the phone with her. And I told her you were cute, and she told me to sleep with you. I told her to mind her own business. She’s not good at that part. As you saw. Again, sorry. That was awkward.”

      “You’re having a bad week. It’s okay.”

      “You know, Dillon never liked Ben. I thought it was because Dillon’s never met him. Ben would never come back to visit home with me. He’d only see me in Honolulu. Dillon must have known something was off. I should have known. That should have been a bright red flag in my face.”

      “Do you remember what you said to me when Cassie dumped me my senior year? It made me feel a lot better.”

      “I said something?”

      “You said something.”

      “What did I say?”

      “You said, ‘Forget it. Wanna go see Batman Begins with us?’”

      “That’s it? That’s the big thing I said to you?”

      “It wasn’t a big thing. It was a little thing. It made me feel normal again, going to see a movie with you and Dillon. It made me remember that life goes on and that’s a good thing.”

      “And it was a good movie.”

      “Fucking A it was.”

      “So you think we should watch a Batman movie?”

      “No.”

      “What should we do, then?” she asked.

      He put his glass of wine down and moved his plate out of the way.

      Then he moved her plate out of the way.

      Then