8
“Vegetable kabobs are ready,” Bennett called out. He stood beside the wide barbecue grill on the terrace and readied the fresh fish he’d brought home from Mitch.
Looking up, he saw Ivy walking toward him, and a warm feeling suffused his chest. Even in a simple sundress, she looked beautiful. Bennett knew he was a lucky man. It was hard to believe that his life had changed so much in just a year.
With the ocean in the background and jazz on the outdoor speakers he’d rigged up at the inn, he couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be. Not even his old house up on the ridgetop. Even though he’d had more space there, he’d grown lonely. While he’d tried to alleviate that feeling by filling his hours with work, he missed having a partner in his life.
He hadn’t wanted to settle for just any
