Based on his casual, awkward-less demeanor, he obviously didn’t remember the past like she did. The way his rejection had broken her young teenage heart.

She squared her shoulders. She’d moved on. They were adults now. No need to rehash the past.

And besides, she’d basically sabotaged her plan of the kind of reunion that would have him regretting his actions years ago by being found in a staircase. “Sure. You too,” she mumbled.

He waved as he climbed into his truck, and Sarah tested the strength of the deck railing before leaning against it. Several planks of the worn, weather-beaten wood had needed to be replaced years ago. In fact, the entire wraparound deck should have had a full teardown and rebuild. She had spent almost three days at the B&B, and everywhere she looked, something needed fixing or replacing. She didn’t need a contractor to explain to her the extent of the repairs needed to rehab the entire inn, and she wouldn’t even think about how much it might cost.

Selling it in its current state and leaving its fate to the new owner was the logical thing to do.

The sound of waves lapping against the shore and the familiar salty ocean-scented air did nothing to settle the uneasiness in her chest as the truck’s taillights disappeared from sight.

“Why me, Grandma?”

A question she’d never have answered.

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Sarah Lewis had inherited the inn.

Wes wouldn’t have bet his truck on that one. The friend he remembered from high school was book-smart bordering on genius, but she wasn’t exactly comfortable in social situations. The year they’d graduated, she’d won the award for Most Klutzy and, while those old awards seemed rather cruel in hindsight, it appeared she might still be in the running for it at their ten-year reunion.

Stuck in a staircase. He chuckled.

He’d always found her awkwardness endearing. And it had helped him not feel so intimidated by her when he was forced to endure the embarrassment of needing her tutoring to graduate.

Her grandmother must have had her reasons for choosing the one grandchild least capable of running an inn, but Wes wasn’t so sure the old lady had chosen correctly if she hadn’t wanted the place torn down.

Sarah had looked ready to drive the bulldozer herself.