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IVY STRETCHED IN bed, savoring the sunshine that streamed through her windows and puddled on the floor, warming the old oak wood floor where the sandals she’d worn to the party last night lay.
The sandals she’d worn to dance with Bennett.
She pulled the white cotton duvet up to her chin and wiggled her toes with happiness. The memory of last night came rushing back to her and filled her with joy.
She couldn’t believe that Bennett had turned out to be so fascinating and fun, or that he brought out emotions she’d never thought she’d feel again.
Dancing in his arms, she had felt feminine and desired, though entirely respected. A romantic relationship was the last thing she thought she’d find in Summer Beach, but Bennett had awakened long-dormant feelings. More than that, being togethe
