Chapter 11
“Is this it?” Marina asked as she whipped her turquoise Mini Cooper into the small parking lot for the Summer Beach City Hall. The convertible top was down, and Ivy sat beside her.
“I love this little car you have,” Ivy said. “I have an old vintage Chevy that Bennett usually keeps in tip-top shape for me, but today that machine decided it was taking the day off. I hope it’s just the battery.”
“Can’t blame it. I sometimes wonder how anyone gets motivated to work at the beach,” Marina said.
Ivy tucked her highlighted, wavy brown hair behind an ear and laughed. “If you love what you do—”
“You’ll never work a day in your life.” Marina smiled at her old friend. “I love that quote.”
From their vantage point on the top of a hill, Marina could see boats nestled in the marina, and
