““The tinny groans of a glow-in-the-dark skeleton were nearly drowned out by the laughter of about two dozen people mingling in the large living room. The only light came from flickering jack-o’-lanterns and gothic candlesticks. Bats fluttered around in a lone lampshade in the corner. A thin woman with a cowboy hat rushed over. “Do you have any napkins? Someone spilled beer all over the buffet table.” Lynn sighed. “Excuse me for a minute.” After two steps, she turned and pointed at Drew. “Don’t go anywhere. You owe me a dance.” Drew raised her brows. “I do?” “I’m the hostess, so I get to dance with whoever I want.””