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Chick Lit
(Fic)
Return to Sandy Shores
by Shirley Holder Platt

A woman who'd just been canned. A kitten needing a home. A new start for both. "Sounds interesting!

Chapter 1

Cold rain blew under my umbrella until I was drenched and shivering. It wasn’t bad enough that I’d been laid off unexpectedly, I’d missed my bus and had to wait for twenty minutes in the storm. My Louboutin’s were ruined, my mascara ran down ...





Chapter 2

By the time I made it home, Vee was already in my house playing with Sally. Vee had been my best friend since I met her on the job three years earlier. She was still working at the engineering firm, moving up the corporate ladder, like I was supposed to. Except I ke...





Chapter 3

Vee stumbled into my kitchen, following the smell of fresh brewed coffee the next morning. She had wrinkles in the shape of the pillow my grandmother had hand-stitched and given me for Christmas. If I could have colored in the lines, she would have looked like she h...





Chapter 4

I pushed through the heavy door of Berryhill’s, and my friends waved me over to a booth they’d already occupied. They each got up and gave me a hug and sympathetic looks.

“Was it as bad as you thought it would be?” Lyle asked.

&ld...





Chapter 5

After a tearful night of packing, hugging, and drinking, I said a final good-bye to my friends. My body was tired, but my mind was a whirlwind of activity. What would I do for a living in such a small town? Where would I live? Was Bernacki’s Bakery still on Ma...





Chapter 6

I drove all day to get to Sandy Shores before dark. It’s about a six-hour drive from Houston. It was a good thing it was summer and the days were very long. I stopped in Corpus Christi to get gas, stretch my legs, and to have lunch from a favorite seafood rest...





Chapter 7

I found the key exactly where the landlord said it would be and let myself in. The place was tiny, but it was as cute as I’d hoped it would be. I opened all the windows to let the musty smell out and the sound of waves in. I pulled a lawn chair out of the back...





Chapter 8

Two weeks later and no job prospects had me starting to feel anxious. Sally was growing quickly, and she had an appetite like a growing boy. She was going to break my bank if I didn’t find employment soon. Of course, I didn’t feel the least bit guilty ab...





Chapter 9

I got to work early the next morning, anxious to learn the ropes. I’d always loved to browse through shell shops, and now I’d be working in one. Life was looking up. Cat unlocked the door when she saw me.

“Here you go,” she said as she ...





Chapter 10

Aunt Millie bustled into the café like a train arriving at the station. She was a big woman, and despite the fact that she lived in a beach town, insisted on wearing almost all black. On this evening she wore a black caftan over flowing black pants with black sanda...





Chapter 11

It felt so right to be walking hand in hand with Trent toward the water. I was still tongue-tied, but my body only wanted to be closer to this man. I had never believed in signs, but the universe insisted on throwing us together. Who was I to fight it?

&ldquo...





Chapter 12

I’ll never know how that night would have turned out. My defenses were down. That kiss in the water was nothing like I’d ever experienced. My knees were still wobbly when we got to my door. I wasn’t thinking straight, because I opened the door wide...





Chapter 13

Trent was a no show. I waited until one-thirty before giving up. I didn’t want to think that he would stand me up, but there was no getting around it. I should have known. I’d never had good luck with guys. Why would things change now? He was too good to...






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