Chapters (32)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- A brand-new small-town romance proving sometimes fake dates can turn into forever…
“Hey, if not, it’s okay,” he said reassuringly. They’d just started getting serious; it would be unfair to expect Sarah to choose a camp day over a big pitch meeting she’d been working hard on for months. Her promotion was riding on it.
“No, it’s not. Marissa will be disappointed if I’m not there,” she said. “I promised her.”
Wes kissed her forehead. She looked truly pained by the conflicting schedule, and her concern made him fall that much harder for her. “She will understand,” he said.
Sarah still looked worried. “I really want to be there.”
He nodded. “I know.” He really wanted her to be there, too. “But if you can’t, that’s okay.”
Sarah sighed as she snuggled into his chest. “I’m going to try my best.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Two
The L.A. boardroom was already set up for the meeting that Friday morning when Sarah arrived at the office. SmartTech products sat in the center of the table, and the large flatscreen at the front of the room had Sarah’s presentation slides ready to go. Coffee and a dessert tray were laid out, and Sarah paced the room, flipping through her presentation notes.
She checked her watch. It was just after nine.
Camp parents’ day was scheduled to start at noon. Her meeting started in ten minutes… How fast could she talk? Could she get through this pitch in an hour, then hit the road? It normally took two hours to get to Blue Moon Bay…if there was no traffic. If she drove really fast, she might be able to make it and only be a few minutes late.
She took a deep breath.
She’d never had to juggle her commitments before. She’d only ever had to think about herself. Her own future goals. What she wanted, and it hadn’t affected anyone else if she worked long hours, weekends, pulled all-nighters, and poured all her attention and energy into work.
Now there were others to think about.
The relationship with Wes was new, but she already knew she was in love with him. In love with them. Her life was already different after the last few weeks, the last few days especially. She felt different.
This was the first real challenge of how they could make a long-distance relationship work. It was a test of sorts for her.
Wes had reassured her again that morning when she’d been reluctant to leave that this was fine. He understood. Marissa would understand if she couldn’t make it. But Sarah was suddenly struggling with what she could only assume other parents faced every day—the internal battle of choosing family over career. Of balancing two desires, lifestyles, to try to make things work.