Seaside Kisses: A Sweet Romance (The Seaside Hunters Book 4) Read Online Free

found all kinds of chores. Things that were often overlooked, such as deep cleaning.
    At the end of the day, her brother looked around. "I've never quite seen it sparkle like this. I like it."
    "Me, too. You still have tomorrow?" she asked. In the off season, they took every other Saturday, giving each other a break. When they were busier in the summers, they hired help every day of the week. The rest of the year, Saturday afternoons were decent business, but Sundays were dead, so they didn't bother opening.
    "Yeah. Got big plans? Like a date?"
    "Big plans, yes. A date, no."
    Alex leaned against the counter. "I'll stop bugging you if you tell me one thing."
    Amara arched an eyebrow.
    "Do I know him?"
    She paused. That was a tricky question. The two of them used to know each other, but Alex probably hadn't seen Rafael in a decade, either. But technically, he did know him, and would likely recognize him as quickly as she had.
    Amara nodded. "Yes. Now you'll leave me alone?"
    "So, he's from Kittle Falls?" Alex asked.
    She threw her head back. "You said no more questions."
    He put his hands in the air. "Okay, okay. But that won't stop me from trying to figure it out."
    "Look, Alex. Don't worry about it. There's no way it's reciprocal."
    "Have you looked in the mirror?" he asked. "Any guy would be lucky to go out with you."
    "Not this one," she muttered, then raised her voice. "Mind if I get going? I'm getting together with Janelle tonight."
    "Go ahead." Alex waved her off. "It's my turn to close up."
    "Thanks. Have a great weekend."
    "You, too. Tell Janelle I said hi."
    Amara grabbed her jacket and went outside, surprised to see Rafael outside his shop, cleaning the window in his designer threads. Her heart pounded as she walked toward him. Thoughts raced through her mind, but she didn't think any of them would make it to her mouth. At least not in a way that made any sense.
    When she reached him, she noticed yellow streaked all over the large window.
    "What happened?" she asked.
    He turned to her. "Someone egged it."
    She gasped. "Who would do such a thing?"
    Rafael shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe someone isn't happy I'm back."
    "I doubt that," Amara said, and then realized her mistake. "I mean, you Hunters have always been so nice. I can't imagine you have any enemies." Her face warmed. She wished her mouth didn't run when she was nervous.
    He didn't seem to notice, though. "Who knows?" he asked again. "Could be teens—they get like that around Halloween. Or it could be someone who wanted to rent this space. I wasn't the only one vying for it."
    "Want some help?" she asked.
    "I don't want to impose."
    Time with Rafael Hunter? "Hand me a rag."
    "You can put your purse down inside first."
    "Okay, thanks." It threw her off that a guy would think about that, but then again, this one did live for fashion. She went inside, immediately taken in by all the nice clothes displayed.
    Amara looked down at her own clothes, which were nowhere near as nice. She felt like that dorky kid again. There was definitely no way her feelings would be reciprocated. She set her plain-Jane purse on an empty table and hurried back outside.
    "There are several rags in the bucket," Rafael said, not looking up from scrubbing.
    She stuck her hand in the warm, bubbly water and found one. She squeezed the excess water and then scrubbed the dried egg nearest her. It came off pretty easily.
    "How'd you do that?" Rafael asked.
    "What?"
    "Get it off so quickly. I've been out here forever, and I haven't been able to do that."
    Amara shrugged. "I just scrubbed. Like this." She moved to the next egg splotch and removed it.
    "Wow."
    "It's nothing." She didn't want to say she had plenty of experience cleaning messes. He was the kind of guy who probably hired people to clean for him. Amara had always dreamed of the day she would make enough to get a housekeeper and not have to do so much cleaning herself.
    Rafael scrubbed the one he was working on again, but didn't make any