Chapter 29

I was so focused on my follower, I didn't even notice one of Main Street's shop doors opening. I plowed into it face-first, because of course I did, and nearly knocked the poor woman coming out of it right over. The plastic bag in her hand dropped and skidded across the sidewalk.

"Oh," I squeaked.

A pair of big brown eyes framed by long black hair met mine. "Victoria?"

"Cass," I whispered, "you shouldn't be here."

"At a drugstore? But I needed some biodegradable moist towelettes. Plus, they had the cutest polka-dotted gardening gloves. On. Sale. Ninety-nine cents, for not one glove, but two." She threw up her hands. "Can you even believe it?"

I hastily picked up her shopping bag, thrust it into her hands, hooked my elbow through hers, and booked it up the sidewalk with her. "No, I mean you shouldn't be here with me."

She blinked hard. "You ran into me."