Wes was too stunned to answer. Melendez Cottages were along Highway 1 and they’d been there for years. He remembered staying there himself on a fishing and hunting trip with his father when he was a teen. There was at least forty cabins in the area, and they’d been shut down for a while. They’d suffered excessive damage in the hurricane-like weather they’d seen on the coast the summer before.

“Mr. Sharrun?”

“Oh, yes, sorry, I’m still here.”

“So, would your company be capable of a job that size? Do you have time to give us a quote?”

Absolutely. He cleared his throat. “Yes. I can and I do. Tomorrow too soon?” His aunt would kill him for acting eager, but he was beyond eager. Opportunities like this didn’t fall out of the sky every day.

She laughed, obviously taking his urgency as a good thing. “Sure. I’m in San Diego right now, so I could drive in and meet you out there tomorrow at noon?”

“Perfect. That’s perfect.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Sharrun. I look forward to meeting you.”

“Likewise…” He paused. “Excuse me, Ms. Melendez, but can I ask how you heard about my company?”

“Your website. I just loved the Dove’s Nest renovations. The combination of modernization while maintaining the original charm was really incredible. We’d like to have that same sort of aesthetic moving forward with Melendez Cottages. Guests these days want to unplug…until they don’t,” she said with a laugh. “We’d like to appeal to all campers, not just those who want to lose themselves in nature.”

His website? She’d seen the Dove’s Nest renos? “Yeah…I totally understand,” he said. He hadn’t until Sarah had proven that tourists really could have the best of both worlds and why should they have to choose. Everyone’s idea of a vacation was different.

Damn, she’d been right about so many things.

“Great. So I’ll see you tomorrow at noon,” she said.

“I’ll be there.”

Disconnecting the call, he pulled into his driveway a few minutes later, still in a daze. His website. What was she talking about? She’d gotten his cell phone number right, so she must have found it somewhere. But he’d never gotten around to making a website. Always thought it unnecessary.

Going inside the house, he sat at Carmen’s desk in the quiet, empty kitchen. He opened a search engine and typed in Sharrun’s Construction.

A new website loaded with the name of his company on top. First website listed on the search, and not in the shady sponsored-ads section. He scanned the site, and there was no question that it was meant for his company, complete with photos of the B&B renovation.