She chose the one with the stormy cover: The Spaniard’s Secret Heir.
It was 11:57 PM. The promotion for “Novelas Gratis Hoy de Harlequin” ended at midnight. She had exactly three minutes to download as many as her phone’s storage would allow. It was a petty victory—a stack of digital romance novels she couldn’t afford to buy, a rebellion against her unpaid electric bill and the half-empty jar of peanut butter in her cupboard. novelas gratis hoy de harlequin
“Are you the owner?” he asked.
Sebastián looked at her over the rim of his espresso cup. “Because you read Harlequin novels at midnight and think I don’t notice the light from your phone through the shop window.” She chose the one with the stormy cover:
He was tall, tan, and dressed in a suit that probably cost more than her rent. He held a leather briefcase and wore the expression of someone who had never once wondered where his next meal would come from. She had exactly three minutes to download as
She refused to sell. He refused to leave.