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That was how her business worked. And she knew her business. It was as much research as it was luck. And they were finally flush enough for her to take chances with stock.
Nic collapsed on the chaise. “The posters for the festival just got here.”
“Finally.” Bella crossed the room to the checkout desk. A large package took up the wide mahogany and walnut inlaid bookcase. She tore the invoice off the top and scanned the order. Banners, smaller posters for the telephone poles, and a pair of life sized posters were listed.
She tugged out the larger canvas poster and ripped off the plastic protector. She unfolded the massive piece and her breath caught for half a second. Logan King’s black clad shoulders, long corded neck, and scruffy jawline filled the space. She flipped up another panel and his startling green eyes seared into hers. He was Hollywood handsome with just enough smile lines and angles to make his face interesting.
“Hard to believe he comes back here every summer to put on a show.”
She dragged her attention from the poster, and Logan King’s far too haunting eyes, to Adam. “We moved in just after the show last year. I heard it was amazing.”
“Between the tourists that come in for the show, and the fans that follow Logan everywhere, their town was going to be inundated with people. Add in the hoard of musicians he lures up here, and we’re the mecca of all things music once a year.”
“Good for business.”
“Hells yeah.” Nic came up to the desk. She and Adam held up a corner each and the rest of the poster unfurled. Most of the poster was white and listed all the musicians that were performing in alternating red and black fonts.
Automatically she scanned for typos and broken type. But her eyes kept drifting to the man in all black. She’d chosen the pose because of how intense he was, but life sized Logan King was a bit disconcerting. He was bathed in a smoky blue that back lit his dark blond hair and lean, muscular body. But the real wow factor was the oddly malevolent shadow curling around him.
He was dangerous and desirable, distant and present at the same time.
The jingle of the front bell snapped her back into the here and now. Bella turned to find Mayor Darcy sailing through the door.
“Well, that’s eye catching.”
Bella smiled. “We just got them in. Aren’t they spectacular?”
Sharon Darcy stood beside her with her arms crossed. “What was wrong with the template from last year’s posters?”
Nothing. If you liked bland, forgettable posters. Bella tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I needed a better resolution picture for the larger posters.”
“I see.”
Bella resisted the urge to sigh. “Thanks, guys. Would you mind folding it up for me?”
“Sure thing,” Nic said.
“Would you like to see the rest?” She didn’t know why she bothered asking. Sharon was already digging into the box for the smaller posters.
“You used the same graphic again?”
Bella flattened her hand down her dress to smooth a wrinkle. “Yes.”
“I like the one we usually use.”
“Sharon, that picture is from three tours ago. We needed an updated picture.” And the one she chose was more interesting, dammit.
“This is a family festival.”
“He’s fully clothed and doing nothing untoward.”
Nic mouthed the word, untoward, with a raised brow from behind Sharon.
Bella bit the inside of her cheek to stop the smile. What was it about this woman that made the Pride and Prejudice come out of her? Oh right, the all-white suit that the mayor wore like a nun’s habit might be part of it.
Sharon made a neat stack and placed the posters back in the box. “Fine. This will probably bring some of the younger crowd in.” She folded her hands in front of her and turned. “Are you prepa
red for the town meeting tonight? We need the final details and to make sure everyone’s within budget. This is your first year running the committee. I can go over—”
