“You’re thinking with your adult head. You need to think like a kid. What did you wish you had an app for when you were ten years old?”

To beam her out of Blue Moon Bay. Same thing she’d like an app for right now.

She repressed a sigh. Staying upbeat was the only acceptable attitude with Gail’s critiques. “You’re right. Absolutely. I’ll work on it again today.”

“Here at the office? I’ll meet you there for a brainstorming session.”

Sarah cringed. The last brainstorming session had been sixteen hours long, and they hadn’t even ordered in food. Her desperation for sustenance had somehow miraculously led to an idea Gail was happy enough with. Obviously her creativity thrived on survival mode. “I’ve actually hit a snag. Nothing too serious,” she said quickly. “Just something I need to deal with for my grandmother’s estate…I’ll need another day here.”

Silence.

Gail always gave employees time to revise their final answer. “I mean, not a full day, of course.” It was already after ten. “I’m sure I can wrap this up and be back in L.A. in a few hours.”

“I’ll expect you at the office around four.”

She better hope not to hit traffic on the way back into the city. “Thank you so much for understanding, Gail. And I’ll work on the—”

Silence. Gail had hung up.

Tossing the bedsheets aside, Sarah ran to shut the blinds (after another peek at Wes’s body). She could ogle him, but there was no way he was seeing her first thing in the morning.

Hurrying into the bathroom, she undressed, turned on the shower, and stepped into the spray. She quickly lathered her hair and ran the soap over her body.

Think like a kid…

What would a kid want to do with an app? Play games? There were enough of those available already. The design she had so far could already post photos and videos to the internet. What else did kids do with technology?

She was coming up blank, and she needed something new to offer, otherwise she’d be at the office with Gail that evening until sunrise tomorrow morning.

Come on, Sarah! Think!

Freezing-cold water hit her back, and her breath caught in her chest. She scurried away from the stream, grabbing the curtain to use as a barrier from the spray. She slipped on the wet, soapy bathtub floor and clutched the fabric frantically, causing the rod to come loose from the wall.

What the hell?

She cranked the tap higher and tentatively reached a hand forward.

Still cold.