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

“I think you could put a tiny café up there. Or at least o er
tea and co ee.” I shrugged. “You’d have to hire someone,
but there are a lot of people in this town I can think of who
would totally do it.”
“I need people to come in here first.”
“You’ll have people in here. You just have to be better
about advertising the place.” I walked over to the window,
where I’d set up a few displays that included a mix of selfhelp,
travel, romance, biographies, and literary fiction books.
I picked up the first one. “And keep swapping these out every
few weeks. We’ve already sold a ton of these to tourists
looking for beach reads.”
“Beach reads,” Tio Antonio repeated. “What do people
consider beach reads? Light books?”
“Not necessarily. Something they can read on the beach is
a beach read. It can be anything, which is why you can’t only
have travel books up here. A lot of people are on vacation
already and not everyone is like you, looking for their next
vacation while they’re on their current one.”
“I hadn’t taken a vacation in years.” He shot me a look.
“And now you want to take one hundred.”
“True.” He chuckled. “I got bit by the travel bug.”
“Good. Now you need to hire someone to do this job so
you can go enjoy yourself.”
“I think I will.” He nodded, looking around. “I may just
stay here all day though. It really does look great.” He looked
over at me with a smile. “Thank you, Addie.”
“Any time.” I smiled.
He shook his head, still smiling. “So, you’re still
delivering a basket today, right?”
“I’ll deliver as many baskets as you want, but remember
I’m leaving soon. I have to get back to reality.”
“You sure it’s safe for you to come out of hiding?”
“It’ll have to be.”