Chapter 22
Risa threaded her way through the gallery on its opening evening. They’d timed it to open on the date of a monthly arts event, First Friday, a common event in many communities. Art galleries stayed open late with refreshments, sales and special exhibits. Locals turned out in force in Diamond Creek, along with lingering tourists. She paused by a back window and looked out over Kachemak Bay. The sun was well on its way down, low over the mountains. Its faded rays mingled with the clouds, shimmering in blurred gold, red and orange on the water.
She turned at a tap on her shoulder. Ethan stood there with a glass of wine held out for her. She grinned and took it, kissing him on the cheek as she did.
“So how are we doing?” she asked.
Ethan winked with a small smile. “Absolutely pe
