Damn, he didn’t want to leave her. They needed to talk.

Now wasn’t the right time, but he hoped she’d give him the opportunity the next day when he came by to fix the cellar door. He’d been wrong, and Lia’s words had him questioning just how very wrong.

He set her high heels on the floor and reached for a blanket from the chair, then softly draped it over her as she hugged a pillow and her eyes flitted closed. His hand rested just a minute on her shoulder as he stared down at her gorgeous, sleepy face.

He was falling in love with her.

There was no doubt that she was the only woman he wanted to be with, wanted to be a family with. He’d screwed up. Could he make things right? Either way, he needed to know. “Sarah, did you walk out on your pitch meeting?” he asked softly.

She didn’t open her eyes as she nodded. “Yep. And I’d do it again,” she mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.

He swallowed hard, his emotions overwhelming him. She’d done that for Marissa. For him. He was more than a little touched by the gesture. He had to find a way to make things right.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

“To a successful event,” Whitney said, holding her wineglass in the air on the outside patio of the inn the next day.

Sarah forced a smile behind dark sunglasses as she and Jessica raised their own drinks. Hers was sparkling water, as she never wanted to see a glass of wine again. “To not killing my client,” she said, but she was kidding.

She couldn’t claim to remember all the fuzzy details from her time locked in the wine cellar with Lia the night before, but they’d definitely put their past feuding ways behind them. She’d been actually a little sorry to see her leave earlier that morning.

The three friends clinked their glasses together.

“Seriously, Sarah, I’m so proud of you,” Jessica said. “Dove’s Nest looks better than ever.”

“Thanks, Jess,” Sarah said, sitting back and taking in the view of the ocean in the distance. The inn did look great…and more than that, it was starting to feel like home. One Sarah wasn’t sure she was ready to let go of.

Should she tell her friends about her out-there idea? She’d been mulling it over in her mind the last few days and that morning, and the more she thought about staying in Blue Moon Bay, the more her conflicted spirits lifted. She took a deep breath. “So, wild idea, but what if I kept the B&B?”