It wasn’t Sarah’s fault. He should never have let her talk him into this technology freedom for Marissa when he was against it.

“Tell her I said hi,” she said before turning and walking away.

And as much as he wanted to go after her, for his own sake, his own heart, he was far too conflicted. He had no other choice than to watch her go.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Just forty-eight hours and all of this will be over.

Balancing on the top rung of a ladder, the one that specifically said, Do Not Stand Here, Sarah reached as high as her arm would allow to change a burned-out light bulb in the dining room chandelier. The reunion was the next night, and then she could figure out what she was going to do with the inn and get the hell out of Blue Moon Bay.

The day before had been a disaster. She’d essentially quit her job…or had she been fired after walking out on her boss? Either way, the termination letter she’d received the evening before from Gail had solidified the fact that she no longer worked at Digital Strategies.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about it yet. She didn’t regret her decision walking out on the pitch, but not having a job was slightly terrifying. It had been her life for a long time.

And she thought she was at least trading the stressful workaholic lifestyle for something more…something better, a balanced life with Wes and Marissa in it. But she’d lost that, too.

Wes’s anger the day before was completely justified. She hadn’t even thought about the fact that Marissa was a minor and putting her info online could be dangerous. She dealt with cybersecurity and breach attacks all the time. It was just another element of doing business on the internet for her. But for Wes, this was one of the most terrifying things he had to deal with regarding his daughter.

Sarah had never claimed to have maternal instincts before, but even she’d wanted to find out who that disgusting waste of space who was texting Marissa was and beat the life out of him. She just hoped Marissa was okay. Driving away from the camp gates the day before had broken her heart.

“Sarah!”

Lia’s voice calling her name nearly caused her to fall off-balance. Descending the ladder quickly, she looked for a place to hide. Lia, Malcolm, and his parents had arrived earlier that day from Napa, and the other woman had returned to her unbearable self. Almost as though her bitch switch had been activated by the presence of her perfect husband.