The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

C H A P T E R 2 1
“W
ell, I can’t say this isn’t a surprise,” Tio
Antonio said. “I’m just not sure if it’s a good
one or a bad one yet.”
He’d finally gotten back from his trip and was standing in
front of the bookstore. I’d been wringing my hands together
the entire ride over here and now I felt like I was going to be
sick. It was fine because worse case I’d blame my mother. It
wasn’t like she was here to argue with him about it. I bit my
lip as he looked at the structure that looked completely
unrecognizable to how he’d left it.
“Do you like it?”
“I . . . I think it’s growing on me.” He glanced at me. “Can
we go inside?”
“It’s your bookstore.” I laughed.
I linked my arm in his and started walking so he had no
choice but to step forward. I let go of him and unlocked the
door, waiting for him to walk in before me.
“Addie!” He gasped and turned to look at me. “How much
did this cost you?”
“Don’t worry about that. Do you like it or not?”
“You even cleared that out.” He laughed and looked up at
the small area on the second floor.