if her hesitation might someday hinder their relationship. Still, she had to follow her instincts. For now, Bennett respected that.
One day at a time, she told herself, turning from the window. First, she had to tend to the inn and her livelihood to ensure her financial stability.
Ivy’s stomach rumbled, and she had a slight headache from the revelry last night. But soon, nourishment would be arriving. Since Eleanor had paid for a catered brunch, Marina and Kai were bringing the food she had ordered. As they had done last night, they planned to set up a buffet outside on the terrace. Ivy pulled on yoga pants and a sweatshirt and padded downstairs.
With the York party gone, guest rooms had become available, so Ivy’s parents and several of the cousins stayed over. Ivy didn’t want anyone to drive home after indulging in too much champagne.
Carlotta joined her in the hallway. Her mother’s eyes brimmed with happiness. “Good morning, mija. How about a walk on the beach with me?”
“I’d like that,” Ivy said.
Stepping outside, the two women headed toward the shore. In the fresh morning air, a few other people were strolling or walking dogs. Ivy tucked her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt.
“Let’s go the other way,” Carlotta said. “Fewer people.”
Turning away from the community beach, they walked toward the more deserted, rugged side.
“What a beautiful wedding that was,” Carlotta said. “I don’t suppose you’ve heard from Shelly.”
“Not a peep, but I wouldn’t expect to, even though Mitch is an early riser.”
Last night, Shelly and Mitch had changed into casual clothes and left, saying they were going to the marina to spend their wedding night on Mitch’s boat under the stars. Ivy thought that sounded so romantic—and perfect for them.
“I’m so glad that we could see Shelly get married before we left,” Carlotta said. “It will be up to you and your brothers to make sure Mitch is welcomed into the family.”
“We will,” Ivy said. “Forrest and Flint are already planning a fishing trip with him.”
Carlotta laughed. “That should be interesting. Mitch will be like a younger brother to them. And if Shelly has her way, we might be welcoming a little one into the family soon. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a baby among us.”
A baby. “You’ll miss the big event,” Ivy said with a twinge of sadness.
“We’re already planning to fly home for that,” Carlotta said. “Your father is just as excited as I am.”
As the sun streamed across the morning sky, Ivy and her mother strolled along the sand, laughing about highlights from the wedding and planning for the future. It struck Ivy that this was a bittersweet day; Shelly would no longer be living at the inn, and her parents were leaving tomorrow. They were off on happy new adventures.
Ivy put her arm around her mother. “I’m going to miss you and Dad, even though I’m happy that you’re taking this trip. I know how much it means to you.”
“We’ve always wanted to be free to take our time sailing around the world. And now, with this new Jeanneau sailboat we’ve saved for, our dream is finally here.”
“When is the new family moving into the house?” Ivy asked.
“Soon. They have been delayed a little due to work. While we’re gone, Forrest will manage the house. His construction crew can handle any needed repairs.”
Ivy listened, realizing that the time for her parents’ departure was almost here. The thought hit her like a cold splash of water. She shivered involuntarily. “Maybe I could meet you in port somewhere.”
“How about Sydney?” Carlotta asked, brightening. “Honey wants us to stop there. You could see your sister and Gabe at the same time. Or maybe you could travel with Elena. She’s planning on flying back then, too.” Carlotta paused. “Wasn’t that a beautiful ring Elena designed for Shelly?”
“That was so thoughtful of Mitch.” Ivy would never forget the sheer delight in Shelly’s face at the sight of the sapphire band.
As they walked, Ivy felt her mother’s observant gaze. She seldom missed anything where her daughters were concerned.
“What about you, mija? Have you and Bennett decided on a wedding date now?”
“He would in a heartbeat, Mom. But I want to take some time before we get married. I’m not quite ready.” Ivy went on to tell her mother how she felt. Here in the quiet of the morning, her words flowed with ease. She would miss these talks with her mother.
Carlotta peered at Ivy. “If you’re in love with