Free Searching for Sea Glass: BEST-SELLING AUTHOR (Sea Glass Secrets Book 1) by Teal Wingate Page B

to be dead not to be attracted to you.”
    “But you’ve got your motor revved for the chick with the blue hair and the eyebrow hoop?”
    “Yeah,” he admitted it with a very red face. “I guess I do.”
    “You know I’m scarred for life over this, right?” she said with a perfectly straight face.
    Trey was worried for a moment. Then he saw a mischievous smile settle on her lips. He sighed in relief.
    “Shut up, Sunny. This isn’t even a bump in the road for you. We both know it. You said yourself you never felt anything but friendship for me.”
    “Yeah, but now I’ve been dumped twice. That takes a toll on a girl.”
    “You’re sure the other guy walked?”
    “He made it crystal clear. As did his fiancée and his mother.”
    “Ouch.”
    “You better go after Trinity.” She tilted her head towards the café. “Maybe if you grovel enough, she’ll forgive you. I think she likes you.”
    Trey straightened to his full height. His face brightened. “Really?”
    “I’m pretty sure.”
    “Sunny, I’m sorry.”
    “Trey quit.”
    “No, I mean it. I’m sorry. I just thought you’d be so much easier to fit into my life. I mean, can you really see Trinity ever joining the Sheriffs’ Wives Association?”
    Sunny smiled. “Maybe it’s not about who fits.”
    “You’re right. I’ve been an idiot,” he said, looking over her head to the café. “She’s on the deck.”
    Sunny gave him a little push. “Go grovel.”
    “You sure you’re Ok?”
    “I’m fine. I do love you, Trey.”
    “Like a brother?” He grinned.
    “Yeah, just like that.”
    “You know it’s crazy, but I think that’s how I feel about you too. Like you’re my sister. You Ok with that?”
    “More than Ok.”
    “Great, wish me luck with Trinity.”
    “I do, Trey. I wish you all the luck in the world.”
    He trotted off towards the café. He never looked back. She watched as he approached Trinity.
    “At least one of us should get the ‘happily ever after’ ,” she whispered after him.
     
     

Chapter Four
    Three Years Later
    McIntyre Ranch
     
    “ I don’t care what that florist bitch told you. I ordered Plumeria,” Leanne Simmons snarled as she twitched the long train of her Vera Wang wedding dress over her arm
    “I understand that Ma’am. But there’s just none available. The flight that was supposed to be bringing it in is delayed at LAX,” Consuelo answered. Her worried voice was heavy with an accent.
    “Listen to me. I’m going to say it real slow so you can understand. I’m getting married in two hours. And I will be carrying a Plumeria bouquet. I swear to God, if I’m not carrying that bouquet down the aisle, I’ll make sure you and all your aunts and cousins and whoever the hell else you claim are kin will all be deported before the sun goes down.
    “You can’t do that, Miss Simmons. I’m an American citizen.”
    “If I don’t get that bouquet, you’ll just see what I can do.” Leanne dismissed the housekeeper with a flick of her fingers. She turned back to her soon to be mother-in-law.
    “Do you think the crown is too much?” she asked. She looked at herself in the huge-gilt framed mirror leaning against the wall of the bedroom. It’d taken Leanne five long years to get here. She didn’t want to screw it up.
    “No, dear, I told you when we bought it. A woman should always wear something Tiffany on her wedding day. I think it’s very tasteful and a perfect foil for the medieval lace veil.”
    That’s what Helene McIntyre said. But it was not what she truly thought. She turned her critical eyes to the social climber her son had decided to marry. It wasn’t a love match. JD wasn’t capable of that. And he wasn’t being coerced. No one was adept at intimidating him. She knew. She’d tried it herself when he was a child. Skilled though she was, she’d failed.
    So Helene wondered, in a detached kind of way, why her eldest son had chosen this woman to marry. Leanne was stunning, in a purely