Wrapping one of the new, oversize terry-cloth bath towels around herself, she heard her cell chime with a new text message from Whitney.

“Ow…ow…ow,” Sarah said, practically sliding her slippers across the hardwood floor of the bedroom. She wouldn’t even think about tackling the stairs. Maybe she could slide the rail like she did as a child. Either way, the bending of the knees was not happening today. And maybe not tomorrow.

She picked up her phone and opened the message.

Check your email—I just sent over the reopening/sale brochure design for your approval.

Sarah sighed. Reopening/sale brochure. Seemed almost like an oxymoron. She was going through all this trouble to turn the B&B into something amazing…then she was giving it up. But that was the plan, and that’s what she’d told Whitney she wanted.

Whitney never let up once she was committed to something, and while Sarah appreciated her friend taking time out of her busy schedule to get the ball rolling on selling the place after the reunion, it meant leaving Blue Moon Bay, and her heart was suddenly conflicted. Which was strange. It was the right thing to do. Hell, the only thing to do. Letting teenage fantasies and one amazing kiss throw her off course would be ridiculous. She wasn’t cut out for running a B&B.

Did you check yet?

Wow, her friend had friendly harassment down to a science. No wonder she was so successful.

Going to her laptop on the desk, Sarah opened her email and clicked on the link from Whitney. Vibrant, high-quality brochures featuring the photos Sarah sent her the day before of the B&B with its new exterior and solar panels lit up the screen.

A newly renovated B&B in a picturesque location that maintains its charm while providing modern-day conveniences with a breathtaking view of the ocean is the perfect choice for your next investment. Submit your offer on this property today and get updates once the sale auction begins!

Sale auction. Wow. It sounded impressive as hell. Would there be more than one buyer interested in the place? That would be amazing if she could really get a great price for it. So why didn’t she feel more excited about that possibility?

Scrolling through the three-page design that would become a trifold flyer, Sarah almost couldn’t believe it was the same place she’d walked into weeks before. She might actually believe this was the place to stay on the California coast, like the description claimed.

All thanks to Wes.

He hadn’t been there the day before, but his crew had arrived and were still working hard to finish the balconies. It was hard to think that his absence was because of anything else other than the kiss, and it was weird not seeing him there, even if it would be awkward. Either way, he hadn’t been far from her thoughts.