“Good to meet you, Ashley. I hope you find something perfect. Are you looking for beachwear? Something more formal? I have some gorgeous pieces that came in just this morning. The fitting room is at the back if you’d like to try things.” She turned back to Joanna. “So are you back here permanently? What you’ve done to Otter’s Nest is astonishing. That living area with the glass—”

“You’ve been there?”

“Yes. A few times. A couple of people who rented it asked me to bring a selection of clothes up to the place.”

Ashley made a sound. “They couldn’t walk to the store?”

Rosa’s smile widened. “Apparently not. They wanted the store to come to them. Anyway, you’re welcome to browse and—” She broke off, her gaze fixed on the street outside. “Go into the fitting room. Now.”

Joanna frowned. “But I don’t—”

“Go.” Rosa thrust two dresses into her hand and gave Joanna a push. “You, too, Ashley. Go! And don’t come out until I tell you it’s safe.”

Safe?

Joanna opened her mouth to question her but then saw what Rosa had seen. A man with a camera, strolling down the street. She’d developed a sense for these things and knew he wasn’t a tourist, so she followed Rosa’s instructions and headed to the back of the store and into the fitting room. Ashley followed her.

“What’s going on?”

Joanna pressed her fingers to her lips just as they heard the sound of the door opening and the bell rang out.

“Welcome!” Rosa’s voice was clear and strong. “Can I help?”

“Maybe. Nice place you have here.” The man’s voice was deep and low.

Joanna’s heart hammered harder. She recognized that voice. Mick Jennings. He worked as a freelance photographer and had sold his work to all the big newspapers and online sites. It was Mick who had taken that photo of her at Cliff’s funeral. Mick who had once tailed her car so closely that she’d driven into a lamppost.

She hated him.

Had he seen her? Had he followed her into the store or was this just bad luck? Could it be a coincidence?

“I’m looking to buy something special for my wife.” His voice carried and Joanna frowned.

Mick Jennings didn’t have a wife.

“How thoughtful.” Rosa was charming. Interested. “What’s the occasion?”

“Anniversary.”

“Oh, my favorite occasion of all. I love an anniversary,” Rosa said. “So you’re looking for a gift that is going to express your devotion. It’s a gesture of love. Tell me about her and I can make some suggestions.”

Mick cleared his throat. “What can I say? She has expensive tastes. But I guess you’re used to that around here. You have some pretty notable residents in Silver Point.”