Her last memory was of cleaning up the restaurant with Zac the night before. He’d walked her to her apartment afterward, the cool fall wind ruffling his longish black hair. He’d slipped his coat over her shoulders, and they’d talked all the way to her door. There, under a puddle of light, she’d looked up into his handsome face, into his stormy gray eyes, and felt a pinch of fear. That niggling worry that something would go horribly wrong and she’d lose the one person she needed more than air.

A shuffling of feet sounded outside the door, pulling her back to the present. She was fine. She just needed to get up and find Zac. He’d help her make sense of all this.

Lucy pulled her knees in and braced herself against the subway-tiled wall. As she got to her feet, her eyes fell on the white satin heels pinching her toes. Heels she’d admired a few weeks ago on Nordstrom.com. Kate Spade sling-back peep-toes with tiny demure bows. Shoes that were far out of her budget. She hadn’t ordered them. She’d settled on a cute (if not darling) pair of pumps from a Summer Harbor boutique.

She looked down at the shoes. And yet, there they were.

The door burst open, and Cherub reappeared with a baggie of ice. She helped Lucy to her feet, and Lucy set the ice against the lump. A jackhammer was going in her head, and she blinked against the pain.

“Let’s get you to a chair, honey. I think you should get an X-ray or something. You seem a little muddled.”

“I’m fine. But I need to call my fiancé.”

“Of course you do. My cell’s about dead, but the manager will let you use her phone. I think she’s worried about a lawsuit.”

The bathroom door opened to a bustling diner that looked straight out of the 1950s with red stools and a black-and-white tiled floor. Lucy didn’t recognize the place. A savory smell hung in the air, making her stomach churn.

She looked out the big picture window. The sun sparkled off the ocean in the distance, but the shops across the way were unfamiliar. Some corner of Summer Harbor she hadn’t set eyes on? Though the little town only had so many corners, and she thought she’d seen them all.

Cherub retrieved a phone from the frowning lady behind the counter and handed it to her.

“You call that fiancé of yours. I’ll be right back.” She disappeared into the ladies’ room.

“There was a sign,” the woman said, glaring. “Soon as you walked in the door. You couldn’t miss it.”