If she still had a boat.

“I’ve got a lucrative charter this afternoon,” she told Dino as she signed her name for today’s groceries. “You’re next on my list to pay.”

Dino smiled and didn’t question her further about the bill. She was as good as her word, and he knew it. “You’re a brave girl, running that boat all by yourself. Why don’t you get a husband to help you out?”

She rolled her eyes. Lots of well-meaning friends and acquaintances had voiced similar suggestions. “You send me a good-looking guy who knows how to sail-or an average-looking one who can cook and clean-I’ll consider marrying him.” As if guys were standing in line.

She wondered if Cooper Remington knew how to sail. He at least had the good-looking part down.

Dino bagged her fruit so as not to bruise it. “I hear some of Johnny’s family showed up. They checked into Miss Greer’s place.”

Miss Greer ran the nicest B and B in town, the Sunsetter, located in one of the few Victorians that time and hurricanes hadn’t obliterated. And, yes, Allie had heard that the trio of nephews hadn’t been at all intimidated by her brave words from Friday morning. Though she hadn’t heard another peep out of them over the weekend, it looked as if they were hunkering down, ready for a fight.

She’d made an appointment with Arlen Caldwell, her attorney, for tomorrow morning just to be sure her legal ducks were in a row, and to shore up any possible defenses against Cooper Remington’s tricks.

“They aren’t giving you any trouble, are they, Miss Allie? ’Cause if they are, I’ll send Robert to talk to them.” Robert was Dino’s Goliath-sized son, who usually had a job as a bouncer in one or another of the bars in Port Clara.

“They’re definitely here to give me trouble.” She gathered up her bags of groceries. “But it’s the kind that fists and strong words won’t solve. So I appreciate the offer, but we better hold off siccing Robert on them.”