CHAPTER 9
Ivy liked flirting with a handsome man, and she was very good at it. Mason was so different from any of the men she’d dated before. He wore a cowboy hat for one, and though he had plenty of money, like some of the other men she’d dated, he was completely different from anyone on the island.
It was almost like he didn’t know he had money. But seriously, who was retired at age thirty-five?
“Um,” he said.
She laughed, tipping her head back and letting the sound flow from her throat. “I’m teasing, Mason,” she said. “Does anyone call you Mase?”
“Uh, only one person ever has,” he said.
“The girlfriend.”
“I asked her to marry me,” Mason said. “That makes her a fiancée.”
Ivy gazed out over the waves, wishing she could call Iris right now. She’d thought the missing would go away a
