When she went to lock the door at five, she glanced outside at the empty sidewalk. Or almost empty. The man who’d been window-shopping her store sat on a bench on the other side of the street reading. He must have felt her watching him, because he looked up from his book and nodded after meeting her gaze.

  Now she felt stupid. He’d just been killing time. Or looking for his online ordering shopping list. Maybe opening a brick-and-mortar store hadn’t been the smartest idea with the book world changing in front of her eyes. It didn’t matter though. This was her dream, and she wasn’t going to waste any time on worrying about opening at the right time. Action is rewarded. Worrying never did anyone any favors.

  She went back to the storeroom and grabbed her purse out of the small closet. Then she checked the back door to make sure it was locked. Finally, she turned off the lights and, holding her keys in one hand, went to the front door to leave and then lock up.

  The man on the bench was gone when she turned and dropped her keys into her tote. She glanced up and down the street but didn’t see him.

  “Hey, are you ready? The restaurant’s this way.” Sam stood outside her shop, waiting for Rarity to join her.

  She shook off the vague unease she felt, but before she went to meet her friend, she reached back and checked again that the shop was locked. Then she slowly walked the few steps to meet Sam.

  “Everything all right?” Sam’s face echoed the fear that Rarity had felt when she’d seen the guy watching her.

  Rarity took her arm. “Everything’s fine. I’m just hungry, that’s all.”

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