Lydia left for the day, and Allie was not far behind her. She decided to follow Caroline’s advice. An evening walk sounded perfect. Maybe she would even go nuts and have some fish and chips at the dockside crab shack.
The front door to The Gallery rattled. Allie muttered, “Eight hours without a customer, and now that I’m closed, you decide to go shopping?” But she had no room to complain, the way business had been. So she went to the door, but no one was there. She unlocked it and looked both ways, but whoever it was was gone. She locked the shop door, grabbed her purse on her way out, and locked the back door.
“Hi, Allie.”
Startled, Allie practically jumped. “Decker? What are you doing back here?”
He stepped forward from the telephone pole he’d been leaning against. “Nice place you’ve
