into what appeared to be the only available parking spot and climbed out of the car.
Her cell phone rang. She dug it out of her pocket and flipped it open. “Hey, Roz, what’s going on?”
She turned to head up the two steps to the wooden walkway. Just as Roz started to tell her about a distribution meeting that had been called for the next day, someone ran into her left side. She would have gone right off the edge of the walkway if a hand hadn’t grabbed her by her upper arm.
A voice was saying, “Oh, man, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” The voice was familiar. As familiar as the deep blue eyes she met when she turned toward the voice. Joe.
Seeing him right by her, holding her, startled her as much as the collision moments earlier had, and she found herself acting without thinking, jerking back and free of his touch. “You almost knocked me into next week!” she said.
Joe let her go, but didn’t move back. Instead, he hunkered down, then quickly straightened up. He had her phone, was offering it to her. She stared at it, knowing she must have dropped it when they collided, then she heard Roz yelling through the earpiece, “Alegra? Alegra! What’s going on?”
She took it quickly from Joe and pressed it against her ear. “Roz, I’m sorry, I dropped the phone. I’ll have to call you back.” She flipped it shut, then turned the phone over in her hand. It had a scuff mark, but other than that, looked okay.
“You didn’t kill it,” Joe said.
“That’s all I’d need.” She pushed it into her jacket pocket. “It took me ages to download all my information into it.”
His eyes flicked over her, then back to her face. “I bet it did.”
Was that sarcasm? She felt a touch of heat in her face. “I’m fully connected now.”
That brought a crooked smile to his lips. “I take it that’s a good thing?”
It occurred to her that he, for some reason, had come back here whipped and beaten, and because of that, resented anyone he saw as successful. The man was handsome and sexy, but he was an islander and obviously a loser. It was a combination that should have killed any attraction she felt for him. But it didn’t. “Whatever.”
He frowned. “You know, that’s truly annoying.”
“Excuse me?” She frowned right back at him.
“The word whatever. It’s annoying. It shows indifference to something, maybe even scorn. It’s a lousy word that gets used far too much. People should just say, ‘I don’t give a damn.’”
The heat in her face now wasn’t entirely a product of being irritated by his penchant for defining words, good or bad. It was because she was anything but indifferent to this man. Instead of arguing, she said with exaggerated pronunciation, “Whatever.”
To her surprise he chuckled roughly and held his hands up, palms out. “Okay, okay, I give up.”
“Good decision,” she said.
He cocked his head to one side and considered her for a long moment. “Were you coming here to see me and give me a good human-interest piece for the paper? I can see it now. ‘Alegra Reynolds of Alegra’s Closet fame, visits our island for—’?”
She cut that off with a fast, “No,” as she realized she’d parked right in front of the Beacon. He must have been coming out of his office. But as the single word hung between them, she had second thoughts. She’d planned to avoid all the islanders until the time was right to tell everyone who she’d been and who she was now; she hadn’t wanted anyone to stumble over her past identity until she was ready. But maybe there was a better way.
Joe, no matter what he’d been in the past, ran the only newspaper in town. What if she let him see Alegra Reynolds, what she accomplished, where she was going, the things that would provide background to the story that would surely be front page news? For when she went to the ball on the last night of the festival, when she finally stood up in front of the islanders and handed them a check to go into a fund for town improvements, an amount that would stun most of the people there, it would be a big story. Meanwhile, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for one person to know what she’d accomplished in the years since she’d left the island.
He’d seen her hesitation and continued, “Nothing too intrusive. Just a ‘Guess who’s at the festival’ sort of story.”
“Sure, why not?” she asked.
“Great. If you have time later on, maybe we can—”
“I was on my way to Angelo’s art gallery. I had to park here—it’s packed by the gallery.”
“Parking’s pretty tight with the festival starting tomorrow. That’s why Angelo has a parking area behind his building.”
“Good to know for future reference,” she said, and had an idea how to start passing information to Joe. “Since you’re a local, is there any secret about approaching Angelo if I want to buy something?”
“You mean, to get a deal?” he asked with a crooked smile.
She nodded. “It never hurts to save money.”
“One thing to keep in mind is, Angelo Paloma is very protective of the artists he shows. He likes haggling and selling the product. The only suggestion I’d have is, don’t accept the first price he gives you.”
“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
He nodded. “I’ve got a bit of time on my hands at the moment. Why don’t I go with you and introduce you to Angelo and we can get started on the story?”
If she’d learned one thing in business it was that if you wanted something, you never acted too eager, whether it was buying a painting or getting your facts to the right person. “I don’t want to take you away from big stories you have to cover.”
“That’s a joke, isn’t it?”
“You said you run this newspaper, and there have to be stories that need your attention.”
“Not at the moment, at least, not beyond the preparation for the festival. A good story about Alegra Reynolds visiting the island, maybe thinking of expanding here, now that’s important.”
He was so far off the mark for why she was here that it wasn’t even funny. “That isn’t going to happen.” Opening a store of hers in this place was as unlikely as a five-headed alien kidnapping the mayor of the town. “This island isn’t ready for an Alegra’s Closet.”
“How do you know that?” he drawled. “We’re more progressive than you might think.”
“No hammer and chisel, not anymore, from what I’ve heard.”
“See? Exactly my point. We grow with the times, and if that growth means an Alegra’s Closet right here on the main street, well, so be it.”
“Hey, boss,” a voice said as the door to the offices of the newspaper opened.
Alegra looked past Joe at another man, and while she hadn’t
