Ivy woke to the sound of birds and the smell of coffee. That meant that Bennett was in the kitchen, and a cup of coffee would soon appear on her nightstand. He might indulge her, but she also enjoyed returning the favors. She cuddled her pillow, enjoying the extra minutes until he joined her. They had slept later this morning than usual.
After a poolside barbecue that Mitch had managed, intent on making a good impression, which he did—score one for him—and a long night of laughter around the firepit, Ivy had fallen into bed feeling pleased that the reunion was off to a good start.
Bennett padded across the wooden floor wearing a white cotton robe she’d bought for him tied loosely around his trim hips. In his hands, he held their morning coffee in their favorite earthenware mugs.
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