the kids!" She scrambled up from the armchair and grabbed the bowl beside the front door. The doorbell rang once more. "Just a minute!" she yelled. "I’m coming!" She finally opened the front door. "Trick or treat," came a voice from behind a mask. It was a low, sexy voice coming from a man dressed in black satin from head to toe. His pants were tight, revealing a muscular ass and firm, strong thighs. His shirt was opened to reveal a mighty chest and his arms were practically bursting out of their sleeves. It was clear to Brooklyn that he had just the kind of abs she loved. She looked at his mask, sure that she would find Danny’s sparkling brown eyes behind the mask. But this man’s eyes weren’t brown. Could this really be Danny? In