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

see, it’s not very big, but it looks much smaller than it is. I’ve
been trying to somewhat fix the clutter.”
“It’s cute,” Lenora said, looking around.
“The outside has potential,” Pedro added. “I know you
said you wanted to stay within a very small budget.”
“Yes.” I gave them a small smile. “I want to help, but I
don’t have a ton of money to put into it.”
“Let me see what we can do,” Pedro said, taking his tape
measurer out and heading outside.
Lenora walked around, her eyes on everything. “Like
Pedro said, it has a lot of potential. The inside just needs to
be reduced. There are books everywhere.” She glanced to the
second floor. “What’s up there?”
“Nothing,” I said. “He uses it for storage. He can totally
turn it into a small café.”
“That’s a brilliant idea.” She smiled at me. “How long do
we have?”
“He comes back in a month. He’s traveling all over
Europe with his wife right now. On what she’s calling their
second honeymoon. They don’t get out much.”
“One month.” Her brows hiked up. “He must have some
kind of money.”
“He does. My family owned a lot of the land here. They
used to farm cattle and sell milk to everyone within a
twenty-five-mile radius, but that dried up, quite literally,
and they sold the land. Most of it anyway. We still own the
beachside and most of the villas around here.”
“Ah, you’re a Bouchard! I’ve never seen you around.” She
studied me closer. “I went to school with a cousin of yours.”
“Sylvia?”
“Yes! How is she?”
“She’s doing well. We’re not close, but I hear about her
whereabouts from my mother and aunt. She’s living in
Barcelona with her husband and two children.”