Ethan rolled his eyes. “You know I’m smarter than that.”
“Do I?”
“You should.” He was about to climb into his truck when his phone vibrated. He looked down and frowned.
“What is it?” Joel asked.
Ethan showed his friend the text.
Maggie: Help!
“Thanks for agreeingto do a shift this morning.”
Maggie watched the trees pass outside the car. “What else am I going to do? I don’t have a job.”
“Uh, work on that super-awesome business plan of yours.”
“It’s not a business plan yet—it’s a small seedling of an idea for a business.”
Polly shot her a glance from behind the wheel. “You’re going to build a travel agency. Your thousands of social media and blog followers will book you to plan their vacations, and it will be a raging success.”
“Hopefully.” It would be ideal if it all worked out. She loved travel. It was all she’d done for her entire adult life. And so manypeople had watched her do it over her socials and blog. Plus, since reactivating her accounts, her stalker hadn’t reappeared…online, anyway. “There’s a lot that goes into building a business.”
“Pfft. Businesses are easy.”
“For you. You’ve built the best coffee spot in Deep River.”
“Hey, we sell flowers and books too. Well, we don’t sell many books. But they get people in to read the next chapter the next day.”
“Exactly. You’ve built a unique business.”
“And so will you. I’ll help you. It’s the least I can do after giving you an apartment that someone else clearly has access to.”
Maggie’s skin prickled. “I still don’t understand. If they picked the lock, then how did they lock it again when they left?”
Polly tapped her fingers against the wheel. “Do you know what I remembered last night? Before you got here, I lost the spare key to the apartment and had to get a new one made. I set it on the counter at Bloom, then it was gone. I was also talking about you coming home to customers.”
Maggie frowned. “Really?”
“Mm-hmm. And you know who was in Bloom that day?”
“Who?”
“Lilith Sinclair.” Suddenly, Polly swung the car around.
Maggie screeched and grabbed the door to steady herself. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to pay your aunt a little visit.”
“What? Polly, no, we need to open Bloom. And why on earth would Lilith break into my apartment and take my bodywash and toothpaste? That’s crazy.”
“Yeah, well, the old bag always had a bit of crazy in her.”
“No. Turn around. I’m not showing up at her house and asking if she broke into my apartment.”
“Of course you’re not. She’s at yoga on Friday mornings.”
“Then what are we—” It hit her. “No. Absolutely not.”
