“Great…thanks. Um, I’ll be leaving in a few hours. I’ll just give you the keys to the place, and you have my cell number…”

Wes frowned. “You mean you’re going back to the city?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you were sticking around while the renos were being done.”

“Why would I do that?” The edge to her voice had him retreating slightly. As though he couldn’t possibly understand why she’d want to leave and get back to her life. Why being back in a hometown that never fully understood her could be causing her anxiety. Or how seeing him and remembering the past might have her itching to once again distract herself with long hours at work. “I’m needed back at the office.”

“Yeah, no, I get it,” he said. “So I assume you’ve added the inn to your homeowner insurance already?”

She frowned. “I rent.”

“You have no coverage on the place? I know Dove let it expire.”

Damn it! “Don’t you have insurance and workers’ comp?” She eyed the men on the roof.

“I do. But that covers my ass. What if someone stumbles in here when we’re not around and gets hurt?”

Sarah sighed. This place was already a headache. “I’ll figure it out.” She was not staying here another day. There had to be a way around this. Preferably a quick way.

She turned to go back inside. Now more desperate than ever to get the shampoo out of her hair and figure this out.

“Oh, and Sarah?”

She stopped and turned back. “What?”

“That towel is really see-through.”

…

Wes hadn’t expected that sight this morning.

Sarah Lewis in a towel, wet hair hanging down her shoulders, long legs coming out of the towel from one end and an amazing view of her cleavage above the other had nearly made him fall off the ladder. Her body was insane. She’d always been an attractive girl in her understated way, but she’d definitely grown into the long, lanky build and filled out in all the right places. The sexy collarbone and the soft-looking skin at her chest had his mouth going dry, and the hourglass figure hugged by the barely there towel had him struggling not to envision the body beneath.

He shook his head as he climbed back up the ladder. What the hell was wrong with him? It was Sarah. Sarah didn’t make his body react this way. She’d been his smart friend, his tutor, the quiet, introverted girl who watched the fun from the sidelines.

So why was he now dealing with a semi-hard-on while he worked in the sweltering mid-morning heat? The instant he’d seen her standing there soaking wet, he’d been transported back to that night in the ocean.