I promise!” He blushed again. “I meant Aileen. Sorry, Dorothy!” Feeling like a fool, he rushed out the door. Aileen watched him get back on his bicycle and speed away, then gave a long sigh of her own. To console herself, she ordered a fruit salad with whipped cream and hot fudge sauce. “You know something, Mr. MacGaylin?” she said to the silent innkeeper. “There are easier things than having a crush on a wack job like Dashiell Mistery!”