Bennett didn’t like misleading Ivy. There was no client he needed to meet with—that had been an outright lie. Still, it was for a good cause, he’d told himself.
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his SUV, watching travelers who’d been on overnight flights streaming from the baggage terminal.
An officer signaled for him to move on to keep the traffic flowing.
Bennett sighed. He’d been circling the airport for an hour. San Diego was quite a change from the quiet town of Summer Beach.
Once again, Bennett put his vehicle in gear to leave, but just before he pulled from the curb, a tall, trim man with thick silver hair and a backpack emerged from the airport. Ivy’s father had been on a long flight from Sydney, Australia. Quickly, Bennett waved, and the officer nodded for him to
