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The following day, after assisting with the weekend breakfast crowd at the inn, Bennett set out for the marina to work on his boat. A boat owner’s work seemed endless, but he loved puttering around his craft and being out on the water. It was a good way to relax at the end of a week.
He also needed to clear his mind about Diana. She had been persistent in singing the praises of the new position—from the team he’d be working with to the prestige, generous salary, and expense account. He gazed over the water, watching boats in the distance.
A siren’s song, perhaps.
Taking out his supplies, he thought about the offer. If not for Ivy’s hesitation, he probably wouldn’t be considering this position, he told himself. But what if Ivy could find a bed-and-breakfast to run in this new communi
