Why couldn’t it have been a bad kiss at least? If her high school crush had turned out to be a horrible kisser, knowing she’d never get a chance to kiss him again would be easier to swallow. Instead, his kiss had been everything Sarah had always thought it would be. Emotional, passionate, and delicious. His desire had shocked the hell out of her in the best possible way.

Until the aftermath had her feeling even worse than before.

“Hello?” Whitney’s voice drifted up the staircase from the foyer.

“Up here!” Sarah called, hearing her friend’s heels on the staircase. Normally, she’d be excited to see Whitney that day to gush about the long-awaited, pined-after kiss, but now, she’d keep it to herself. Damn Wes for stealing her opportunity for a hot gossip sesh with her bestie.

“Wow! I cannot believe this is the same place,” her friend said, admiring the room, as she handed Sarah one of the coffee cups she carried. “Everything looks amazing, Sarah.”

The smell of dark roast hazelnut reaching her nose was like a lifeline. She hadn’t slept at all the night before, and the coffee was definitely needed. “Thanks so much. So it should be easy to sell, right?” she asked, taking a sip.

Whitney nodded, but she avoided Sarah’s gaze as she continued to scan the bedroom. “I don’t know if you need to be in such a rush. I mean, you do want to get the best price.”

Sarah’s stomach knotted. “Why do you look so guilty? What are you up to?” They’d been friends for a long time, and whenever Whitney bit her lip, she was hiding something.

“Nothing.”

“You’re not a good liar.”

“I’ll wait until you take a few more sips of that first,” Whitney said, nodding toward the coffee.

Sarah eyed her friend over the rim of the cup as she savored more liquid courage for whatever bomb her friend was about to drop on her. “Okay, spill it,” she said.

“It’s not a bad thing. In fact, it’s an incredible opportunity…”

“Don’t spin me with your sales tactics, Whit.” She took another gulp of her drink, grateful it was the perfect temperature.

“I’ve booked a reopening event. For the inn,” Whitney said as her phone chimed.

Sarah frowned. “I don’t remember that being part of the plan.” The details were fuzzy because of the wine, but she remembered all of them agreeing that as long as Sarah could have the B&B finished by the fall, it would be great timing to list it for sale. Offers would come in, and a sale could be completed before the holidays and still give the new owners time to prepare for the following year’s tourist season.