Olympia bustled around her penthouse, trying to remember everything she’d need for a romantic stroll along the beach with Chet. She was very careful not to call him her boyfriend. She wasn’t ready for one of those, and while they’d survived their first real argument, she’d decided to try to keep things light between them.
After all, she did have to live across the hall from the man. Share an elevator with him. Implement some of the things he’d suggested for the surfing competition, which began in just ten days.
She exhaled, the pressure of running the inn at its peak tonight. “Let it go,” she murmured to herself as she went into the bathroom to pull her hair up. People always had good things to say about Carter’s Cove, but if there was one complaint Olympia saw all the time, it was about
