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“IF YOU’RE HUNGRY, TURN HERE,” Bennett said, pointing at a side street ahead of them just off the PCH. “Best fish tacos in North Country.”
“I’m starving,” Ivy said as she turned the shiny red Chevy onto the small lane.
Ivy couldn’t remember when she’d had more fun. The Chevrolet drove so smoothly, and the sunshine on her shoulders rejuvenated her spirit. The wedding had been stressful but profitable. And she still had Darla’s lawsuit to deal with. Even Darla’s sister, Debra, called it ridiculous, but so far, Debra hadn’t made any progress with her sister. Nor had Imani, but the mediation was coming up soon.
The taco stand was a small outpost on the beachside of a small community.
Walking toward the brightly painted stand, Bennett said, “These are authentic Baja-style tacos. Grilled
