Page 72 of A Shore Fling
She nods. “I can look into that. What else?”
“Much like Reed’s shop, you’re not taking advantage of your brand. Your logo is adorable. You should be slapping that on t-shirts, sweatshirts, mugs, coasters, coozies, water bottles, travel mugs, you get the picture. You have space for shelves along this side wall.” I point to my right. “Take advantage of it and place your branded merchandise there.”
“I don’t know if anyone would buy stuff with the logo.”
“Of course they would. When you go away on vacation, do you purchase anything to remember your trip by?”
She nods. “I always get a mug.”
“Then why wouldn’t tourists and town residents buy your merchandise? If you’re concerned about wasting money, you can start with small-ticket items that won’t break the bank if you don’t see a return on your investment. Things like stickers and keychains can be right on the counter near the register. Impulse buys always get people.”
“I like that idea. And my logo would look great on both of those things.”
“I can find the most economical sites to have them made if you want,” I offer.
“You’re on vacation. You’re supposed to be relaxing, not working for me.”
“It’ll be fun for me and give me something to do. I can only relax for so many hours. I’ve never spent so much time thinking and self-reflecting in my life. By the time I leave here, I might be without flaws,” I say, laughing.
“You already don’t have any,” Ginger tells me.
“Thanks, but I beg to differ.”
“So back to last night,” Ginger says, winking. “We got off the subject before you told me what happened after you left Reed’s shop.”
“We had dinner from the taco truck.”
Ginger’s eyes roll back into her head. “Oh my God, I love the queso so much.”
“It was to die for. I need to talk to Teddy and get him to take his recipe nationwide so I can have it when I go home.”
Ginger pouts her lips. “Boo. I don’t want you to leave.”
I shrug. “I’m not going yet.”
“I know, but time flies.”
“That’s why we need to go after what or who we want,” I tell her, staring knowingly at her.
“Are you trying to tell me something?” she asks.
“I don’t want to overstep, but I noticed a hint of something between you and Jordan.”
She snorts. “You imagined something. I can confidently say he has no interest in me. Hell, I’m not even his type.”
“Type has nothing to do with what the heart wants. Do you think I’m Travis’ type with his aversion to anything related to city living?”
“There are exceptions to every rule, but with me and Jordan, that’s not the case.”
“Okay.” I’m not going to push her on the Jordan issue. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I’m still learning to define and enforce my boundaries. I certainly don’t want to be guilty of crossing someone else’s. “Travis kissed me.”
“Yes!” she shrieks. “Last night?”
“And the night before.”
“Someone’s gonna get lucky soon,” she states, shimmying her shoulders.
I laugh. “I hope so. We have a date Friday night.”
