Ivy McLaughlin bustled around the boutique, the new maxi-dress coverups tempting her. If she bought one, the money would come right out of her paycheck. She’d barely even miss it. Of course, she’d bought that crop top last week and a new pair of boyfriend jeans just yesterday. At the rate she was going, she’d be lucky to even get a paycheck on Friday.
So the swimming suit coverups went on the rack, despite her desire to take a size small in black to the dressing room and see how it looked with her newly bleached hair.
Everything about Ivy was new and improved. It had to be now that she was back on the market after a long relationship with Brooks Dentin—which had ended last week.
And she’d been so sure he’d asked her to the fanciest fish house on the island to propose. But he’d gone all
