Chapters (32)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- A brand-new small-town romance proving sometimes fake dates can turn into forever…
Sarah sighed. Her grandmother hadn’t watched television a day in her life. She never owned one herself and insisted that guests on vacation didn’t need one, either. No one ever complained, but that was before Yelp reviews gave everyone a public voice to share their opinion.
“All rental properties have televisions,” she said. It was a basic expectancy.
“The inn was great the way it was,” Wes said tightly. His jaw was tight, as though he were clenching his teeth. But this wasn’t his decision to make.
“In your opinion,” she said, waving to the delivery truck driver. “The front door’s open. Just bring them inside.”
“I thought you were trying to keep the reno costs low?”
Sarah averted her eyes and shrugged. She had dipped further into her savings than she’d planned, but with a quick sell, she’d recoup the extra expenses. “Let me worry about that,” she said, taking a list out of her pocket. “And you can worry about these.” She handed him her new list of construction improvements, and he lifted his sunglasses over his dark hair to read.
Sarah stared at the soft-looking, messy locks. What would it feel like to run her hands through his hair? She’d always been tempted to. He’d always had great hair. He hadn’t buzz cut it like most of the other athletes in high school and he hadn’t let it grow long like the stoner, surfer kids. It was always clean-cut but just long enough to fantasize about.
Fantasies that had just left her heartbroken. Time and distance hadn’t changed the fact that Wes had only ever seen her as his tutor. After that night in the water, they’d barely spoken, and once school had ended and she’d moved away for college that September, they hadn’t kept in touch. She may be stuck there longer than she planned, but that didn’t mean she had to get sucked right back into old habits and unrealistic hopes and dreams.
“Solar panels…” he was saying, as though she were asking for spaceships to be installed on the roof.
She waited. He was going to love the next one.
“You want to put balconies off the rooms?” His eyebrow rose as he glanced up at her. “All of them?”