Chapter 15
“Look what’s still in the glovebox,” Ivy said, slipping on a pair of 1950s cats-eye sunglasses as Bennett wheeled the vintage red Chevy onto the Pacific Coast Highway. In her haste to leave the inn in Shelly’s care and take a much-needed break, she’d forgotten her sunglasses.
As she unfolded and slipped on the dark glasses, she laughed. “I feel like I’ve stepped back in time.” In the open convertible, the breeze tousled her hair. She tipped her head back against the red-leather bench seat.
“Your eyes and sweet smile—just like that, there. Reminds me of Audrey Hepburn,” Bennett said, glancing at her with evident admiration.
Ivy responded by lowering her sunglasses and arching an eyebrow with a laugh. “I loved her and her films.” She slid her shades back up, bringing him into
