Bennett filled the coffee maker and flipped a switch. Through the kitchen window, he could see Ivy in the garden, picking herbs for the breakfast she’d promised her mother and her cousin Diana. The sunlight caught the golden highlights in her hair. He watched for a few moments, transfixed as she moved gracefully through the garden. This was the woman he loved, and he’d do anything for.
Even cook for the entire brood, it seemed.
That’s what Mitch had asked him about at Java Beach—and that’s what he got for agreeing without paying attention. He grinned to himself. It wasn’t so bad. He was happy to help Mitch make a good impression.
As the coffee brewed, he turned to Clark.
“Sorry about waking the household this morning,” Clark said, easing onto a stool at the center island counter. “Alth
