“I’m planning to keep it for a while to host an event, kinda a reopening thing to show the community how great it is again.”

“You’re running the B&B?”

Shocked or disappointed, Sarah couldn’t decide. “No. I’m holding an event here, then putting it on the market.” There it was—that gut wrench that kept happening whenever she said that. As if her grandmother’s ghost was kicking her in the stomach. “Whitney says that Blue Moon Bay’s tourism is going up, and part of that is due to visitors planning retreats and events here, so I thought it would be a good idea to show potential buyers that the inn was perfect for those things.”

“You’re planning an event? Like a real one? Not an online virtual reality thingy?”

Her stomach fell. Why should her mother have confidence in her that she could pull this off? She’d never been outgoing or sociable. She liked her privacy and the anonymity that the internet world provided. Her parents had always called her shy, reserved…withdrawn. They’d never gotten her, so this had to come as a shock.

“What’s she doing?” Sarah heard her father ask in the background.

“Is that Dad?”

“Just a sec, darling. She renovated the B&B and she’s hosting an event,” Sarah heard her mother whisper to her father.

“What the hell would she do that for? That place is a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

So much for family support. Though she couldn’t blame them. Her father was right—before the renovations, the B&B had been just that.

But if they could see it now…

“Shhhh,” her mother said. “Okay, I’m back, sweetheart. Your dad says hello.”

Sarah rolled her eyes.

“Though we are both worried about this decision. I thought once the will was read, you’d made up your mind to sell for whatever you could get for it. The place really was dangerous.”

She couldn’t exactly argue when she’d fallen through the staircase, but that was before. “It will be fine, Mom,” she said, turning the journal over in her hands. “Wes and his crew have really made the place feel like new, and tell Dad not to worry; I have insurance.”

“Oh, you heard him.”

“Yeah.”

“He just wants what’s best for you. We both do.”

“I know.” She did know, but sometimes she wished her practical, down-to-earth parents would encourage her to take risks. She’d always played it safe, going into a career that was in her wheelhouse, doing what she was good at.

But maybe getting out of her comfort zone and trying something new was a good thing. Being back there hadn’t been the headache she’d assumed it would be…at least not completely.