Sarah did a double take. “How is that even possible?” The McKennas weren’t that old.

Wes sighed. “They have a playset in the backyard and a basketball net in the driveway…”

Marissa looked at Sarah, and she could only offer a sympathetic look back at the child. She’d rather die than be stuck someplace without Wi-Fi, too. She understood Wes’s desire for Marissa to get outside more and play with kids her own age in real life, not online, but she could also relate to Marissa’s desires. Sarah had always preferred her books and inside, too.

There had to be some sort of balance or compromise they could reach. But she kept her thoughts and opinions to herself. She’d already inserted herself in the middle of their family dynamics enough.

“Wait, I have an idea.” Marissa’s eyes lit up. “Why don’t I stay here at the B&B with Sarah?”

What? Had the air in the room suddenly evaporated? “Oh…um…”

Wes shook his head quickly. “No…that’s probably not the best idea. Sarah has a lot to do.”

“Exactly! She could use my help. And it will give me time to finish the…surprise I’m working on for you,” Marissa said.

The new website was coming along really well. The little girl had used Sarah’s camera to secretly capture some photos of the renovations to use, and her write-up on Wes and his company was truly touching. Sarah was eager for Wes to see the end product as well.

Right now, he was staring at her. They both were.

Was he actually leaving this up to her? She didn’t know anything about babysitting. An only child, she hadn’t even had to take care of a younger sibling before. But it wasn’t like the little girl was in diapers or anything, and she could feed herself… Plus, it would be kinda fun having her around the B&B that weekend. Jessica had a wedding out of town, and Whitney was working around the clock as usual. And she desperately needed the child’s perspective on the SmartTech Kids app.

Still, she hesitated. They’d been spending a lot of time together already, and Wes didn’t look entirely thrilled by the idea.

“Please, Sarah. Save me from a weekend in the eighties,” Marissa said.

Sarah laughed, any resolve weakening at the little girl’s plea. How did Wes ever say no to her? “Okay, well, it’s fine with me if your dad’s okay with it.”