CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Ivy hadn’t heard from Dax all day. Their middle of the night conversation sent her into a blissful sleep. she’d waited all day for word from him or for a visit. Neither had happened. Washing the last of the dinner dishes, she considered going for another swim until the sound of spike heels on tile drew her around.
Rosie was staggering around the kitchen isle with her hands held high above her head. She spun around, gesturing to her outfit. The short green dress was strapless and clung to Rosie’s curves, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“What are you doing?” Ivy asked, drying her hands.
“I thought we could go out, you know, hit a few clubs.”
“Why would we want to do that?”
“It’s boring here. We’ve done everything that we can do and no offense, but I want the kin
