Other than feelings for Sarah Lewis that he’d been trying hard to write off as just attraction to a beautiful woman? “A few small ones. Nothing noteworthy,” he said. He sat in the chair beside her bed and turned on the lamp. “You had fun…with Sarah?”

“It was so much fun. We finished the app, then we got a lot of work done on our secret project.” Her grin was full of secrecy. “And I was able to help Sarah with one of her work projects, too.”

“That was nice of you, and I can’t wait to hear more about this secret project whenever you’re ready to tell me.” He paused. “Just remember that Sarah has a life in L.A. She’s only here in Blue Moon Bay for a little while, and then she’s planning to go back.” He’d do well to remember that, too.

“She might decide to stay,” she said.

Wes frowned. “Did she say that?” Was Sarah changing her mind about selling? She couldn’t actually be contemplating keeping Dove’s Nest and running it herself.

“No. I just thought she might be enjoying being back home.”

“I’m sure she is, but I think her plan is to go back,” he said gently.

“But anything can happen, so who knows, right?”

Wes sighed. “Who knows,” he said reluctantly. “Get some sleep, okay?”

He stood and turned off the lamp. After a good-night hug, he headed toward the bedroom door.

“Hey, Dad, I was thinking—if I’m going to ever have a stepmom someday, it’d be cool if it was Sarah.”

He nearly wiped out on the pile of books on the bedroom floor. Stepmom? Where was that coming from?

“Sarah and I are just…friends.” Friends who’d shared an amazing kiss a few nights ago. A friend he couldn’t stop thinking about. And a friend whose braless state earlier that day had had him almost drooling with lust.

Yeah, sure, they were just friends.

“I’m just saying that I’m throwing Sarah’s name into the hat of possible options,” she said with a sly smile.

Damn, his daughter had noticed the connection and chemistry between him and Sarah. Had Sarah said anything about him that weekend? “There’s not even a hat,” he said gently. “Let alone options.”

“Then it should be an easy win for her,” Marissa said.

“Rissa…” How did he explain to her where he was emotionally on the whole “moving on and dating” thing when he didn’t quite know where he was on that himself?

“I know you like her, Dad. You can admit it.”