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Chapters (51)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. A Message from Ramona
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. A Message from Ramona
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. A Message from Ramona
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. A Message from Ramona
  24. Chapter 16
  25. Chapter 17
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. A Message from Ramona
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. A Message from Ramona
  37. Chapter 27
  38. Chapter 28
  39. Chapter 29
  40. Chapter 30
  41. Chapter 31
  42. Chapter 32
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. Bonus Material
  46. Reading Group Guide
  47. Roan Parrish’s Latkes
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. About the Author
  50. Back Cover

He came away with a lot of information that didn’t surprise him in the least—online shopping and big box stores had completely eviscerated the economy on the island, except in the summer, when the island became a tourist destination. But he also gleaned some that he couldn’t have known without their insight, and an idea. An actual idea that he thought might work.

Ash was behind the counter at Thorn, glaring at a calculator when Truman arrived.

“Did that thing wrong you?”

Ash looked up and his face softened. “Hey.” He came around and wrapped Truman in a warm hug. “God, you’re freezing. Get in here.”

Truman did not point out that he was already in here. He just burrowed his admittedly freezing nose into Ash’s warm shoulder and breathed in the scent of the man mixed with the light floral scent of Thorn.

“Okay,” he said after he’d smelled his fill. He was buzzing with excitement. “I have an idea.”

Ash’s eyes went lust-dreamy, and a slow, promising smile bloomed.

“Er, no, a business idea. But a good one! I think. Well, you decide. Okay, so I just talked to a bunch of the business owners on Main—I was doing some Christmas shopping anyway.” Truman held up his bags, lest Ash think he was only poking his nose in. “I asked them stuff about their bestselling products and what the challenges were to their businesses. Super interesting, by the way. Should I be a business coach? Anyway. They all agreed on one thing.”

“The business owners of Owl Island agreed on something? Was it that Jim Musgrave shouldn’t be allowed to cook out on the beach?”

“What? No. Wait, what does he…cook? You know what, never mind, if y’all have some kind of Fried Green Tomatoes barbequeing people situation going on here, I don’t wanna know. I’m sure you have your reasons. But listen, okay? They all agreed that one of the reasons there isn’t more business is because there isn’t that much to do here, so people leave the island to do activities and end up shopping on the mainland while they’re there.”

Ash nodded.

“Okay, you already knew that. But my point is that what we need here are things to do. Things to keep people here so they have an opportunity to shop.”

Ash nodded again.