Searching for Sea Glass: BEST-SELLING AUTHOR (Sea Glass Secrets Book 1) by Teal Wingate
Authors: Teal Wingate
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soon. Was there a statute of limitations on withholding information from the police?
She watched as he poured her a glass of wine. Then he poured himself two fingers of her best Scotch in a squat, heavy glass. He dropped in one lone ice cube. Bringing them both to the booth, he slid in opposite her. He didn’t say a word. He just ran one long tanned finger around the rim of his glass.
Sunny watched its slow sensuous progress. She lifted the wine glass and took a hefty gulp. She immediately pulled her hands into her lap. She gripped her fingers together.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a soft voice she felt all the way down to the source of her womanhood.
She took a deep breath and did as he asked. She saw a strange tenderness in his eyes. One she wouldn’t have thought to see in JD McIntyre.
“Tell me about Willow,” he coaxed this time instead of ordering.
Sunny felt a flood of hot tears gather in her eyes. “Why now? Why do you want to know now?”
“She was my sister, Sunny. My baby sister. Of course I want to know what happened to her.”
“How do you know about Willow being here in the first place?”
“Billy called.”
“I don’t believe you. How could he have?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know him. I don’t know what he’s capable of,” he said with a long steady look. “I didn’t know he existed before he called.”
“If all it took was a phone call, why didn’t you want to have anything to do with Willow those times I called you.”
“We both know you never called me.” He took a drink of his Scotch. His gray eyes accused her of awful things. But he remained silent.
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“No, but you just said I was one. I never got a call from you Sunny.”
The girl leaned forward. She folded her arms atop the old marred table. She looked him straight in the eye. She defiantly started speaking. “I called you two times. Once on the day Billy was born. It was the same day Willie, Willow died. I spoke to your mistress, lover, or your whore - I’m not really sure what to call that snake. She was the woman on the beach... that night.”
“Leanne Simmons?”
“If that’s her name. She claimed you were in the shower. It was about ten minutes past midnight. She promised she’d give you my message. She promised you’d call me right back. She promised…,” Sunny’s words choked in her throat. She took another sip of wine. She began to feel its warmth spread through her body. She’d need to be careful. She never drank. And when she did it was only a half glass of wine.
“I never got that message.”
“So it’s her word against mine?”
“Why would she lie about something like that, Sunny?”
“I don’t know. I only know I called you because Willie begged me to. She was so sure you would come and… I don’t know.” She waved her hand. “Rescue her. She thought if you were there, maybe she wouldn’t die. She was afraid of dying. She fought as long as she could to give Billy a chance to live. But she was so afraid.”
Sunny said nothing of her own fear. She said nothing of her own injuries.
“Was there a car accident? Was she having complications with the pregnancy? Is that why she was in the hospital” His voice was flat and unemotional.
Sunny couldn’t take his apparent unconcern. “She was brutally beaten. She had internal injuries that the doctors could do nothing to help. She suffered several seizures. She was in a medically induced coma for three weeks.”
“Who beat her?” There was a killing look in his eye. Though the cadence of his voice never changed.
“My father.” Telling that truth was the hardest thing Sunny had ever done. But he deserved to know it. And she wasn’t about to diminish Willie’s sacrifice by not telling him.
“Is he dead?” JD asked. There was a dangerous edge to the words. And a cold promise that if the man wasn’t dead, he would be soon.
Sunny nodded her head. “He died in
She watched as he poured her a glass of wine. Then he poured himself two fingers of her best Scotch in a squat, heavy glass. He dropped in one lone ice cube. Bringing them both to the booth, he slid in opposite her. He didn’t say a word. He just ran one long tanned finger around the rim of his glass.
Sunny watched its slow sensuous progress. She lifted the wine glass and took a hefty gulp. She immediately pulled her hands into her lap. She gripped her fingers together.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a soft voice she felt all the way down to the source of her womanhood.
She took a deep breath and did as he asked. She saw a strange tenderness in his eyes. One she wouldn’t have thought to see in JD McIntyre.
“Tell me about Willow,” he coaxed this time instead of ordering.
Sunny felt a flood of hot tears gather in her eyes. “Why now? Why do you want to know now?”
“She was my sister, Sunny. My baby sister. Of course I want to know what happened to her.”
“How do you know about Willow being here in the first place?”
“Billy called.”
“I don’t believe you. How could he have?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know him. I don’t know what he’s capable of,” he said with a long steady look. “I didn’t know he existed before he called.”
“If all it took was a phone call, why didn’t you want to have anything to do with Willow those times I called you.”
“We both know you never called me.” He took a drink of his Scotch. His gray eyes accused her of awful things. But he remained silent.
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“No, but you just said I was one. I never got a call from you Sunny.”
The girl leaned forward. She folded her arms atop the old marred table. She looked him straight in the eye. She defiantly started speaking. “I called you two times. Once on the day Billy was born. It was the same day Willie, Willow died. I spoke to your mistress, lover, or your whore - I’m not really sure what to call that snake. She was the woman on the beach... that night.”
“Leanne Simmons?”
“If that’s her name. She claimed you were in the shower. It was about ten minutes past midnight. She promised she’d give you my message. She promised you’d call me right back. She promised…,” Sunny’s words choked in her throat. She took another sip of wine. She began to feel its warmth spread through her body. She’d need to be careful. She never drank. And when she did it was only a half glass of wine.
“I never got that message.”
“So it’s her word against mine?”
“Why would she lie about something like that, Sunny?”
“I don’t know. I only know I called you because Willie begged me to. She was so sure you would come and… I don’t know.” She waved her hand. “Rescue her. She thought if you were there, maybe she wouldn’t die. She was afraid of dying. She fought as long as she could to give Billy a chance to live. But she was so afraid.”
Sunny said nothing of her own fear. She said nothing of her own injuries.
“Was there a car accident? Was she having complications with the pregnancy? Is that why she was in the hospital” His voice was flat and unemotional.
Sunny couldn’t take his apparent unconcern. “She was brutally beaten. She had internal injuries that the doctors could do nothing to help. She suffered several seizures. She was in a medically induced coma for three weeks.”
“Who beat her?” There was a killing look in his eye. Though the cadence of his voice never changed.
“My father.” Telling that truth was the hardest thing Sunny had ever done. But he deserved to know it. And she wasn’t about to diminish Willie’s sacrifice by not telling him.
“Is he dead?” JD asked. There was a dangerous edge to the words. And a cold promise that if the man wasn’t dead, he would be soon.
Sunny nodded her head. “He died in
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