3
“I THOUGHT YOU needed to sell the house,” Bennett said, shifting his weight from one foot to another.
“What I need is income.” Ivy felt dazed at the decision she’d just made to move into the house. Ideas were whizzing through her mind like comets, and she hadn’t felt this alive in a long time. Maybe that’s why her pulse kicked up a notch every time he spoke.
Ivy gave him a dismissive smile. “Thank you, Bennett, but we’ll call a ride.” She drew her phone from her purse. She had just enough battery power left. She tapped a ride-share app that she’d used from the airport. There was a car two minutes away. Perfect. Two minutes and she’d never have to see Bennett again.
He stood gaping at her. “If you can’t afford the upkeep, why would you move in?”
“Why not? Looks like a good cleaning a
