Not again! Once, in college, she’d done it. Allie blamed it on poor signage, but sometimes her artsy mind wandered, and she failed to fully take in her surroundings. There she was, in the men’s room doorway—again.
Not again!Allie gasped and fled down the hall toward the wedding reception. No one seemed to have seen her—not out there, anyway. But the guy at the urinal turned and saw her. Thank God she didn’t know him. He would forget what she looked like, and after another glass or two of champagne, it would feel like a bad dream to her. She found an unoccupied pillar to lean on while she regained her composure.
Motion in her periphery caught her eyes. Oh. Decker Wilmington. She tried to look pleasant and invisible. Please, don’t. He was heading her way. Allie casually sidled around the p
