Searching for Sea Glass: BEST-SELLING AUTHOR (Sea Glass Secrets Book 1) by Teal Wingate
Authors: Teal Wingate
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defend herself to this woman. “Could you please just get Mr. McIntrye to the phone?”
“I’m sorry, but he’s in the shower.”
“Can you please give him my number and ask him to call me back as soon as he’s able?”
“He and I had a good time laughing about how pitifully naïve you are, honey. I hope you’re not expecting anything from him. JD likes a woman with experience. And a sense of… curiosity when it comes to sex. We’re both hot-blooded and have quick tempers. But he and I have an understanding. We’ll be getting married soon.”
“Congratulations,” Sunny said through gritted teeth. “Could you just ask him to call me?”
“What’s this all about?”
“It’s personal.”
“It better not be too personal. If you don’t tell me what you want, he’ll never know you called at all. Maybe I should just hang up?”
“No, please, it’s about Willow.”
“That spoiled runaway?” Leanne sneered. “I’m pretty sure the whole family has disowned her. Her mama caught her in the act with the Mexican pool boy. She’ll never amount to much in Dallas now. The good folks in this town have real long memories.”
“Just please ask Mr. McIntyre to call me.” Sunny wasn’t above begging if that’s what it took to keep her promise.
“Sure thing. I’ve got your number right here on the caller ID. He’ll get back to you as soon as he can.”
Leanne ended the call. She had no intention of telling JD or anyone else in his family about the call. Why should she split any of the McIntyre money with that greedy runaway Willow? The girl had made her bed. Let her lie in it. Leanne settled back under her comforter. She was asleep in less than two minutes.
Chapter Three
Two Years Later
“Give your flowers to Mama, Billy,” Sunny held the toddler's pudgy hand and led him over to the simple grave.
She was proud of his chunky little body. He was healthy. And he was happy. The sun glinted off of his straight black hair. Nobody who took the time to really look at William Lorenzo Murphy could mistake his Latin heritage. His chocolate brown puppy-dog eyes and olive skin told the tale. He was going to break plenty of female hearts one day. Sunny was sure of it. He’d snagged hers the moment she’d first held him in her arms in the hospital nursery.
He’d been her baby ever since. Her son. Though she made sure he knew everything she could tell him about his biological mother, Willie. The one whose grave they visited every week with a grocery store bouquet.
Sometimes Sunny still couldn’t believe her sweet friend Willie had been related to that heartless shark JD McIntyre. The man had all but assaulted her that night on the beach. At least that’s what she told herself on those steamy nights when she woke up from the hot dreams that seemed to plague her. They all featured the aforementioned McIntyre in his low-slung jeans and bare feet. Just the way he’d looked that night.
She’d never dated. Work, school, ballet, but most of all her suspicious dad had seen to that. And in the last two years, she just hadn’t had the time. It wasn’t that she’d had a sheltered upbringing. And it wasn’t that she’d lacked for the opportunities to date. Trey still asked her out at least once a week. And she still turned him down. Other men had approached her as well. She felt nothing for any of them except friendship. And she never dreamed about any of them. Curse JD McIntyre.
“Come on Billy, we need to get back to Sea Glass Café,” she said with a little smirk of revenge upon her lips.
Yeah, maybe she was petty. And maybe she might be the teeniest bit obsessed. But if the man could haunt her dreams, she could steal the name of his spa hotel for her humble seafood shack. Besides, he deserved it. The jerk had never even picked up the phone to call her back. Apparently he thought she’d turned into a perverted stalker or something. Or maybe he just didn’t give a flip for his poor
“I’m sorry, but he’s in the shower.”
“Can you please give him my number and ask him to call me back as soon as he’s able?”
“He and I had a good time laughing about how pitifully naïve you are, honey. I hope you’re not expecting anything from him. JD likes a woman with experience. And a sense of… curiosity when it comes to sex. We’re both hot-blooded and have quick tempers. But he and I have an understanding. We’ll be getting married soon.”
“Congratulations,” Sunny said through gritted teeth. “Could you just ask him to call me?”
“What’s this all about?”
“It’s personal.”
“It better not be too personal. If you don’t tell me what you want, he’ll never know you called at all. Maybe I should just hang up?”
“No, please, it’s about Willow.”
“That spoiled runaway?” Leanne sneered. “I’m pretty sure the whole family has disowned her. Her mama caught her in the act with the Mexican pool boy. She’ll never amount to much in Dallas now. The good folks in this town have real long memories.”
“Just please ask Mr. McIntyre to call me.” Sunny wasn’t above begging if that’s what it took to keep her promise.
“Sure thing. I’ve got your number right here on the caller ID. He’ll get back to you as soon as he can.”
Leanne ended the call. She had no intention of telling JD or anyone else in his family about the call. Why should she split any of the McIntyre money with that greedy runaway Willow? The girl had made her bed. Let her lie in it. Leanne settled back under her comforter. She was asleep in less than two minutes.
Chapter Three
Two Years Later
“Give your flowers to Mama, Billy,” Sunny held the toddler's pudgy hand and led him over to the simple grave.
She was proud of his chunky little body. He was healthy. And he was happy. The sun glinted off of his straight black hair. Nobody who took the time to really look at William Lorenzo Murphy could mistake his Latin heritage. His chocolate brown puppy-dog eyes and olive skin told the tale. He was going to break plenty of female hearts one day. Sunny was sure of it. He’d snagged hers the moment she’d first held him in her arms in the hospital nursery.
He’d been her baby ever since. Her son. Though she made sure he knew everything she could tell him about his biological mother, Willie. The one whose grave they visited every week with a grocery store bouquet.
Sometimes Sunny still couldn’t believe her sweet friend Willie had been related to that heartless shark JD McIntyre. The man had all but assaulted her that night on the beach. At least that’s what she told herself on those steamy nights when she woke up from the hot dreams that seemed to plague her. They all featured the aforementioned McIntyre in his low-slung jeans and bare feet. Just the way he’d looked that night.
She’d never dated. Work, school, ballet, but most of all her suspicious dad had seen to that. And in the last two years, she just hadn’t had the time. It wasn’t that she’d had a sheltered upbringing. And it wasn’t that she’d lacked for the opportunities to date. Trey still asked her out at least once a week. And she still turned him down. Other men had approached her as well. She felt nothing for any of them except friendship. And she never dreamed about any of them. Curse JD McIntyre.
“Come on Billy, we need to get back to Sea Glass Café,” she said with a little smirk of revenge upon her lips.
Yeah, maybe she was petty. And maybe she might be the teeniest bit obsessed. But if the man could haunt her dreams, she could steal the name of his spa hotel for her humble seafood shack. Besides, he deserved it. The jerk had never even picked up the phone to call her back. Apparently he thought she’d turned into a perverted stalker or something. Or maybe he just didn’t give a flip for his poor
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