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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 - Sam

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 - Trent

The rain came down so fast that my wipers couldn’t keep up. I pulled into the closest parking lot to get out of the rising water. It was a PetSmart. As if working in a veterinarian clinic all day wasn’t enough, I’d happened into more animals. Good ...





Chapter 3 - Sam

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 4 - Trent

Killer growled at me from the starboard window as I walked down the dock. I waved to Mr. Winkler, who polished the teak on his boat with a loving hand I was sure his wife envied. He raised his head in acknowledgement and Mrs. Winkler raised her ever-present margarit...





Chapter 5 - Sam

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 6 - Trent

It was my last week at work. I’d hoped for a slow day, but that wasn’t happening. The clinic was full to capacity. I’d performed surgery on a rottweiler in the morning, and he was sleeping it off in the back. His owner had called a total of twelve ...





Chapter 7 - Sam

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 8 - Trent

I saw her again! Couldn’t believe my eyes. I walked into Berryhills and there she was, sitting with a group of friends. I played it cool, planned to talk more to her before she left. But Cliff came in arguing with Michael. It was the same family feud they freq...





Chapter 9 - Sam

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 10 - Trent

My last day at work was crazy busy, but I smiled the whole time. My co-workers must have thought I was dying to leave the place, but it was all about the redhead. As soon as she left, I got Deidre to give me her name and cell phone number. Deidre gave me a smirk, bu...





Chapter 11 - Sam

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 12 - Trent

My slip fees were paid through the end of the month, so I had a week to get the boat ready for the big trip. I used most of my time stocking, cleaning, and checking all the gear. When I wasn’t working or shopping, I hung out at the marina pool with the friends...





Chapter 13 - Sam

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 14 - Trent

The day finally arrived. Cliff and Michael had taken a couple of days off and were going to crew with me. I’d checked everything I could. Surface ocean currents in the Gulf looked good, prevailing winds were in our favor, and the weather man predicted happy sa...





Chapter 15 - Sam

Two weeks later and no job prospects had me feeling 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 about stopp...





Chapter 16 - Trent

We sailed proudly into the marina in Port Isabel that would be my home for at least the next month. I’d give it that long to decide if this was where I wanted to stay. No motoring in for me. It was a point of pride I’d probably regret one day. But not to...





Chapter 17 - Sam

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 18 - Trent

Tessa insisted we walk to the restaurant. It would be almost two hours before sunset, and the heat would have been unbearable if not for the breeze off the water. We strode together arm in arm like we’d done when we were children. The beach was full of people....





Chapter 19 - Sam

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 20 - Trent

I knocked on Tessa’s door and waited. A silly smile I couldn’t hide greeted her when she opened up.

“Guess that went well,” she said as she turned away from me and walked into the little sitting room. “She seems nice enough, but I...





Chapter 21 - Sam

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...





Chapter 22 - Trent

Having been away from my little sister for a few years, I was surprised to find that she was not a morning person. Our family had always been early risers, so it annoyed me to watch her stumbling around the kitchenette trying to figure out how to make coffee in the ...





Chapter 23 - Sam

My day got worse. I had an email awaiting me when I came back, dripping puddles, into the office and plopped down into my chair. It was time to do payroll. I’d been dreading this day; afraid I’d find out that my paycheck wouldn’t cover my rent. Unf...





Chapter 24 - Trent

Mom was released and moved into a rehab facility the next day. I helped gather things she could put in her room to make her feel more at home. Dad was no help. He’d walk into a room and stand quietly until I’d ask him what he needed. He’d look lost...





Chapter 25 - Sam

The trip to Los Fresnos was exciting. The warehouse was huge with lots of bays for trucks to load and unload. The variety of shells was astounding.

“I feel like a kid in a candy store,” I said as I picked through a bin filled with tiny seahorses.





Chapter 26 - Trent

Tessa and I lost the fight with Dad about golf, so I convinced him to let me play with him and his buddies. We all met at the clubhouse in time for breakfast. The hostess nodded as Dad and I passed her podium. I followed as Dad headed to a table with two gray haired...





Chapter 27 - Sam

Of course, I missed the hot postal worker that day. As a matter of fact, I missed him every day for the rest of the week. It was like he was avoiding me. I knew that wasn’t it, since he’d never met me, but still. I didn’t even get a look at him aga...





Chapter 28 - Trent

With Tessa back in Chicago, Mom being well cared for in rehab, my worries about Dad abated, and Killer settled, I had time to wonder why Samantha hadn’t called me, or at least sent a text to say eff-off. I stopped by to have breakfast with Mom. I figured I cou...






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