After attending his nephew Logan’s off-season ball game to raise funds for a children’s hospital charity, Bennett stopped by Nailed It to pick up supplies for his project at the inn.
Since Ivy was so busy today, Bennett had also promised to pick up lunch for everyone. After chatting with the owners, Jen and George, he paid for his materials and walked a few paces to Java Beach.
When Bennett pushed through the door of the coffee shop, the scent of fresh coffee and beach reggae music filled the air. Doors stood open to the patio, and every table was filled with people talking over lunch. Business looked good.
Mitch raised his hand in greeting. “Got your order ready for you.” He motioned to his employee, another young surfer with the same sun-bleached hair as Mitch. “Hey, Ace. Would you ge
