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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

After Truman and Greta had decided to make their swap permanent, he and Ash had gone back and forth staying at one of their houses one night and the other the next. Soon, though, it became merely a formality. They wanted to spend every night together. They had dogs. It only made sense to live together. And by Ash moving into Greta’s house with Truman, he was not only able to save money splitting the rent, he was able to sublet the apartment above Thorn for some extra cash.

Between that and the new profits Thorn was turning, Ash could afford to hold on to Thorn for the foreseeable future, Mr. Crimm be damned.

A group of tourists approached the shop, so Truman reluctantly let Ash go. It had been agreed upon that he would do front of house sales when he was there, since Ash couldn’t bear to upsell and always wanted to give nice people deals on everything. Truman found this unutterably charming, but in the interest of their bottom line, he’d banished Ash to behind the counter where his hotness was an asset and his kindness didn’t tank their profit margin.

“Good afternoon, y’all,” Truman drawled as they came in. “How have you been enjoying the island?”

“Oh, it’s lovely,” a white woman in her forties said. “Such a beautiful view of the ocean. And the shops are all so charming.”

“Did you know,” Truman said conspiratorially as he led them toward the display of jars, “that it’s actually the bay just out there? I didn’t either when I came here…”

He winked at Ash and got down to business.

***

“Oh, Truman, good,” Maisey said as he approached the Queen Bee.

She always acted like he was arriving at just the exact minute she needed him, even though she had his phone number and he’d encouraged her to text any time. This was, he’d learned over the last six months, common of the purveyors on Owl Island. They preferred to do everything in person, and it was always lucky or perfect timing when they ran into you.

“Have you had any luck yet in finding Agatha Tark? Don’s going to want to make the posters soon, and we’d love to be able to add her appearance for a signing. It’s going to be such a wonderful event for the community!”

Truman grinned.