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After enjoying the delicious meal that Tristan and Emilie prepared, Ivy strolled through the vineyards with Bennett. She’d needed this break from the inn and the gossip swirling around Summer Beach.
Here, breathing in the scent of sun-warmed earth and vines, she felt grounded. The wine made her relaxed. She’d been watching Bennett throughout their visit and was glad to see that he hadn’t imbibed too much since he had to drive back to Summer Beach this afternoon. That was one of the red flags she’d been watching for.
While this day had been enjoyable, Ivy still had something on her mind.
As she and Bennett strolled through a block of Syrah vines, she broached a concern. “I love Summer Beach, but I find it odd—no, astonishing—that people have the gall to wager on the odds of our weddi
