He wasn’t in costume. He was wearing a sweater, jeans, and chukka boots and had an air about him that screamed money. His hands were manicured and his watch was vintage. Expensive vintage. Maybe Uncle Matt was Grayson’s agent. “Nice to meet you, Matt.”

“Do you mind if I get a few photos with the four of you?” Parker asked. She pointed to her kids, me, and Crowbar. Nobody would recognize me anyway. “That’s fine. Send me a photo. I need to show Hayley that I went through with the costume.”

“I’ll get a picture of just the two of you. Then she can post it.”

I posed with Crowbar. “I’m sure she’ll love that.”

Parker nodded. “You both look incredible.”

“So do you.” I don’t know why I blurted that out. I was trying to keep my cool about the kiss, but I felt even more guilty about it in front of her family. I cleared my throat and looked away. Grayson was deep in conversation with Uncle Matt so he missed our exchange. “Will you take them trick-or-treating in the neighborhood or is this it?” I asked Parker.

“It’s already seven. It’s probably time to get home, take baths, and hide the candy. I want them to get some sleep tonight,” Parker said. She was holding Rose’s hand who sleepily leaned against her. She loved motherhood. I could see it in her eyes and how her children clung to her for strength.

“You’d better go before that one falls asleep.” I didn’t know how to be relaxed around Parker with Grayson at her hip.

She pointed behind them. “Plus, you have quite the line behind us. Hopefully, you have enough candy.”

I waved her off. “I’m sure there’s tons here. What doesn’t get passed out will be sitting in a glass jar in all the coaches’ offices.”

In a surprising move, she squeezed my hand. “Congratulations on your win, Coach.”

“Thanks for your help today.” I didn’t watch them move to the next table. I didn’t even remind her to send me the photo. I knew she wouldn’t forget. I’d hear from her later tonight and the thought gave me a jolt that I couldn’t ignore.

* * *

I was on the phone with Hayley when Parker sent me the photos.

“Send them to me. I can’t believe you didn’t FaceTime me or at least send me a selfie,” she said.

I told her how Parker helped me and it took a solid ten minutes to calm Hayley down and reiterate that we were only friends. I didn’t mention the kiss we shared. I felt too conflicted about it. I knew Hayley would help me sort through my feelings, but I was too guilty to admit what happened.

“Any weirdness from Grayson?”

“Nothing. He barely looked at Parker.”