“Hey, Sarah!” Marissa ran into the cellar and wrapped her arms around Sarah’s neck.

His chest tightened as Sarah hugged her back and looked just as happy and relieved to see her. His actions at the camp had been assholic. He knew that now.

“I’m sorry I missed parents’ day,” she said to Marissa with a quick glance his way.

The little girl gave him the side-eye. “Dad told me it was his fault.”

All three women glared at him. Okay, time to break this up before he was the one locked in the cellar all night. “Okay, everyone can head back upstairs.”

Marissa ran off with the other kids, and Wes extended a hand to Lia and Sarah to help them up off the floor.

Sarah ignored it and Lia swiped it away. “We are two grown-ass, independent… Whoa,” she said, reaching for the wall behind her as she swayed off-balance.

“Need some help with these two?” Malcolm’s voice in the cellar doorway was a relief.

Lia beamed at the sight of her husband. “Hi!” she said, as though she hadn’t seen him in weeks. Malcolm approached and wrapped one arm around her. She clung to him like a life preserver, but Wes suspected she was using her slightly inebriated state to get close to him.

“You got the other one?” he asked Wes.

Wes glanced toward Sarah, who looked slightly unsteady on her legs. “Yeah.”

Lia jabbed a finger at his chest as she passed. “Be nice to her. She gave up her career for you and Marissa.”

Wes’s pulse raced as he frowned. What? As his friend and her husband left, he turned to Sarah. “What did Lia mean just now?”

Sarah stared at the wine bottle in her hands and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He moved closer. “Sarah…”

Her body swayed slightly, and he reached toward her. Obviously now wasn’t the time to talk. “Hey, can I help you upstairs to your room?” The buzz from a full bottle of wine in an hour would take a little while to wear off.

She eyed him. “Fine, but don’t get any ideas, buddy,” she said, her words slightly slurred as she allowed him to wrap an arm around her waist. He bent to pick up her discarded heels and escorted her out of the cellar. The feel of her body next to him and the sweet smell of vanilla on her skin had his mouth watering and his heart thundering in his chest.

He probably deserved the warning, as he wanted nothing more than to get all kinds of ideas. The temptation to kiss her and hold her was strong, but she was definitely not in a consenting state or mood.

He helped her up the B&B stairs to her room and opened the door. She moved away from him as she entered. “I’m good from here,” she said as she lay on the bed.