As Ivy languished on their new open-air balcony with Bennett, the palm fronds swished in the ocean breeze. Raucous laughter and off-key singing punctuated the balmy evening air. Those were the usual sounds from happy summer crowds. Living at the inn, Ivy had grown accustomed to that, though tonight’s party was louder than most.
The sorority sisters had been there several days. “It’s going to be awfully quiet when they leave,” Ivy said.
Bennett grinned as he scooped their dessert from the electric ice cream maker, the latest addition to their treehouse. “Sounds like they’re having a good time by the pool.”
“They’ve spent the day at the beach and had dinner in town,” Ivy said. “They’ll probably wind down soon.”
The group had taken over most of the inn, so Ivy wasn’t concerned about them
