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  PRAISE FOR

  DENISE HILDRETH’S NOVELS

  Savannah by the Sea is the winner of the Bronze Award from Foreword

  Magazine’s Book of the Year Award for 2006

  “Savannah by the Sea is a skillfully crafted story that will have you laughing till you cry . . . I guarantee that you won't be able to put it down. For those who have not had the delightful opportunity to read either of the first two books about Hildreth’s heroine, that doesn’t need to keep you from reading this book.The characters and their stories are fully developed in each book. However, if you have some spending money left in your vacation fund, I highly recommend you buy the first two books, Savannah from Savannah and Savannah Comes Undone.”

  —Paula K. Parker, www.lifeway.com

  “Denise Hildreth is one of my favorite writers. She writes with more Southern wit and comedy than should be legal. I can’t read her books on a plane for fear of drawing too much attention to myself. Between the lines, Denise’s stories speak life, they remind me that loss happens for a reason, and that laughter is good for the soul because it breeds hope.”

  —Charles Martin, author of When Crickets Cry

  “You’ll savor Denise Hildreth’s Southern voice and humor. Savannah is a strong-willed and funny character.”

  —Michael Morris, author of Slow Way Home

  “Savannah is both charming and shrewd, and the boisterous cast of Southern characters with whom she must contend is in rare and authentic form.”

  —Beth Webb Hart, author of Grace at Low Tide

  , referring to Savannah by the Sea

  “Denise Hildreth has quickly become one of my favorite authors. I love her amazing wit, her comedic timing, her style . . . she’s got the whole package.”

  —Rene Gutteridge, author of My Life as a Doormat

  “Denise Hildreth really captures the vulnerability of every young woman as she is faced with making her own mark in life. As a reader, you become so involved with Savannah from Savannah that you want to absorb every morsel.”

  —Lynnette Cole, Miss USA 2000

  “I thought I’d skim this book to offer first-time author Denise Hildreth some constructive criticism. Only I discovered she’s such an engaging writer of real life vignettes and relationships that I read it cover to cover.While being entertained as Savannah discovers her beliefs, values, and passions, the reader will be looking into their own ‘mirror of truth.’ Denise, like Savannah, has great promise.”

  —Naomi Judd regarding Savannah from Savannah

  “Hildreth has approached a topic containing as much controversy as you’ll find today with grace and wit. A reminder that at the heart of any issue is the heart itself.”

  —Michael Reagan, author Twice Adopted

  regarding Savannah Comes Undone

  SAVANNAH

  BY THESEA

  OTHER BOOKS BY DENISE HILDRETH

  Savannah from Savannah

  Savannah Comes Undone

  For more information about Denise,

  visit: www.denisehildreth.com

  SAVANNAH

  BY THESEA

  DENISE HILDRETH

  Copyright © 2006 by Denise Hildreth

  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, scanning, or other—except for brief quotations in critical reviews or articles without the prior written permission of the publisher.

  Published in Nashville,Tennessee, by Thomas Nelson.Thomas Nelson is a trademark of Thomas Nelson, Inc.

  Thomas Nelson, Inc., titles may be purchased in bulk for educational, business, fund-raising, or sales promotional use. For information, please e-mail [email protected].

  Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Hildreth, Denise, 1969-

  Savannah by the sea / Denise Hildreth.

  p. cm.

  ISBN 10: 1-59554-160-8 (sc)

  ISBN 13: 978-1-59554-160-4 (sc)

  1. Savannah (Ga.)—Fiction. I.Title.

  PS3608.I424S277 2006

  813'.6—dc22

  2006003502

  Printed in the United States of America

  07 08 09 10 RRD 8 7 6 5 4

  This book is dedicated to my two precious parents,

  who have—in forty-two years of marriage—been such

  wonderful examples of how both to love and to forgive.

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FORTY

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  The racket coming from behind the black painted wooden doors declared mayhem had stopped by. But me and mayhem had become friends years ago. Why not? I had two options: become permanently addicted to a drug of choice, or just open the door for mayhem when he arrived and pat him on the back as he left. I chose the latter. Well, okay. The former and the latter. Why make choices? While mayhem was around, I’d sit on the front steps, drink a Coca-Cola, and hope he didn’t hang around too long. And truth be told, mayhem always provided me with a great story by the time he left. The only unfortunate part was,my mother usually found a way to insert me inside his story.

  I opened the large door and peered inside cautiously.“What’s that yapping?”

  Dad was standing by the wrought-iron console, laying down his morning paper. “It’s your mother’s new friend,” Dad informed me while Duke, our golden retriever, sat whimpering at his feet.

  My eyes narrowed in on the recently purchased creature as it rounded the corner of the foyer at full throttle and came to a halt on the Persian rug,way too close to my feet. It looked like a white rat but barked up at me like a Rottweiler seeking lunch. “How in the world did you let that happen?”

  Dad talked as he headed to the kitchen. We all followed.“You moved out. She moved in. Plus, your mother’s a grown woman, and this is her house as well as mine. I wasn’t going to tell her she couldn’t have a dog.”

  “That’s not a dog, that’s a . . . a . . . a . . .” I lifted my heels so it couldn’t take a bite out of my ankle. Duke barked his own thoughts. “Yeah, like Duke said, that’s a”—I cocked my head— “well, it looks more like a disheveled bag
of packing peanuts.” I hopped on top of a stool.

  The white ball of fur looked up at me, a pristine pink ribbon holding back its scraggly puppy bangs. Its toenails matched the color of its ribbon. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn Amber Topaz Childers, the recent first runner-up (again) to Miss Georgia United States of America, had just been reincarnated as a Maltese dog. Duke leaned against me while the little white mongrel yapped at me like a broken car alarm.

  I plugged my ears.“How long will she do that?” I hollered.

  “Until Duke helps her realize he’s the alpha male.” Dad eyed him curiously. “At the rate he’s going, it could take a while.”

  I laid my hand atop Duke’s sinfully beautiful honey-blond mane.“Buck up!”

  He hacked in my direction.

  “Ooh, hairball.”

  The hacking noise, however, stopped the little white yapper. Her head cocked.

  “Hack!” Duke offered again in her direction with a slight glint in his eye.

  Her tail tucked between her legs, and she started backing into the foyer.

  Duke let one paw extend beyond the others in her direction. “Hack!”

  “Did you know he’s a genius?” I offered my father.

  He raised his eyebrow with the upturn of his lips. “I knew he’d realize his power eventually. So, sure you don’t want to come with us?”

  The heels clicking on the foyer hall reinforced my original decision. “Jake!” my mother hollered.

  “I’m certain,” I said Mother rounded the corner in full vacation regalia, her linen dress flowing behind her as her hand patted down her pearls. “What’s my boo-boo-baby-sweetie-pea-pickin’ little pooh bear up to?”

  “Mother, please, I’m way too old to be talked to in—”

  “Savannah darling, I didn’t hear you come in,” she said through muffled tones with her lips pressed against the top knot of her latest acquisition.

  “I’m not surprised.” I could see only the right eye of the yap-per peeking from behind Mother’s red lipstick.

  “Are you sure you can’t make the trip with us?” Mother asked, echoing Dad’s question regarding our yearly vacation to Seaside, Florida.

  I stood and pushed the stool back under the black soapstone countertop. “I know it’s hard to believe that I have a real job, but I do. I can’t just take a week off from the paper.”

  “You’ve been there for ten months, Savannah,” Mother said, as if the time frame of my job was somehow lost on me.

  “I know, but I don’t get vacation time until I’ve been there a year. Plus, this is a really busy season for me.”

  “Those two articles a week are killing you, aren’t they?” Dad said with a chuckle.

  “Those two articles a week take time and energy to produce. And I take great pride in what I do, so with my work ethic, it is very important that I make sure my commitment to my employer and to my craft is unquestionably clear.”

  They both cocked their heads at me.

  You would have thought I was speaking Greek.“What?”

  “Well, that’s okay. Amber’s going with us anyway,” Mother said nonchalantly. “She can take your bedroom.”

  Duke and I looked at them simultaneously.“Amber’s what?”

  Mother turned to pull down her picnic basket from the top shelf of her pantry.“Didn’t I tell you?”

  “I think you forgot that little detail.”

  “Well, it’s no big deal. Your father and I just thought it would be good for her. Eating at Criolla’s.” The woman was vicious. She knew that was my favorite restaurant. The lump crab meat over saffron rice in the flaky phyllo shell, drowned in butter.

  “You might want to . . .” Dad wiped his lip to insinuate the need to wipe my own.

  “We’ll take her to the beach and let her enjoy your father’s wonderful grilled specialties and my phenomenal chicken salad.” She was a sadist.“Amber’s just had such a rough time, you know, with her loss and all . . .”You’d have thought Amber’s grandmother had just been laid to rest.

  “It was a pageant.”

  Mother’s eyes darted in my direction.“It was a dream.”

  I looked at Dad for sanity.“You agreed to this?”

  He walked over and patted me on the hand.“We’ll miss you. We’ll really miss you.” He turned to leave the kitchen.

  “Well, you know, there is this story that the paper really needs to address. I’ve been pondering it for . . . well . . . a while now.” Two minutes was a while longer than one.“With all the hurricanes last year, it might be . . . no, in fact I think it really is vital to hear some of the stories of revitalization and restoration on the Gulf.”

  Dad stopped and turned around. “We’re going to the panhandle. They came through okay.”

  “But, they were . . .well . . . they were close, yeah, really close, to all of the devastation. The psychological effects alone are just unfathomable. And I think we’ve neglected their story. In fact, we don’t need to neglect it a day longer. I slapped the counter for effect. I’m letting Mr. Hicks know today that we have wasted entirely too much time neglecting these people and their trauma. I’ll be back in thirty minutes. Let me grab my stuff, stop and see Mr. Hicks, and I’ll be ready to head out with you.”

  Mother and her new canine friend glanced at my father, then back to me.“Are you sure, darling? It’s very sudden.” I ignored the glint in her eye.

  “Of course. It’s essential. Give me just a few minutes.”

  I headed through the garage with Dad. “My, my, my, how quickly a while can alter a morning.”

  “This city would want to know,” I said, continuing my gait toward my car.

  “I have no doubt.” He chuckled.“I have no doubt.”

  The vibration startled me. I reached over to grab my bouncing cell phone, which I had left on the seat of Old Betsy.

  It was Thomas.

  “Where are you ?” I asked.“Our parents are leaving in about an hour. I thought you and your new friend were going with them.”

  “Are you alone?”

  “Incessantly.”

  “Can they hear you?”

  “Dad, no. Mother, I’ve never completely ruled out telepathy. But I am in my car, almost two blocks away, so I’d say your chances are good.”

  “I’m not leaving today.”

  “What?! Mother will freak!”

  “Me and Mary Francis broke up.”I could hear him pacing. A pitiful habit he had learned from me. Thankfully that was the worst one.

  “Mother will freak again! She thinks that girl is the cream of the College of Charleston. She hated Charleston until Mary Francis. She has your children named.”

  “Yeah, well, so did Mary Francis, and we’ve dated all of three months. But she’s not coming.”

  I jerked Old Betsy to dodge a tourist. However, with that attire, a quick jaunt to the ER might have resulted in something more fashionable.“So, you’re like broken up, broken up?”

  “Like, there’s a box in front of my door with all of our pictures cut in half. She sent me my half.”

  That made me laugh. “I guess she thought she looked too good just to give all the pictures to you.”

  “Well, she is a fine specimen of a woman.”

  I could see his face.“Don’t succumb. She was crazy.”

  He was faltering.“She was beautiful.”

  “Your son was going to be named Jethro Seville.”

  “You think that’s bad, you ought to have heard what she was going to name our daughter.”

  “You know you will have to tell Mother.”

  He adamantly protested. “No way. Not until our vacation is over. I’m not ruining a perfectly good vacation because Mother has no self-control.”

  I glanced up at my rearview mirror.“You can’t lie about it.”

  “I don’t have to lie, I just don’t have to reveal everything I know.”

  “You’ll regret it. It never works. You should know from me.”

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p; “You’re just not good at it.”

  “Oh my word!” I yelled into the phone.

  “You don’t have to take it so personal.”

  “I’m not talking to you. Amber just passed me in her little Mercedes doing close to 45 around the square. Ooh, here comes the cops. Sick ’em, tiger!”

  “You’re pitiful.”

  I hollered again.“You have got to be kidding me!”

  “Well, you are pitiful.”

  “Not you! I’m getting pulled over! Can you believe this?” I slowed up so I could get close to the curb and out of the sight of the entire Lafayette Square.

  “You better get out of this one,Vanni. Dad will not pay your ticket.”

  “I don’t need money from my father, thank you very much.” I looked out of my side mirror and saw Sergeant Millings get out of his patrol car. He hiked his pants up, obviously failing to realize that they already exceeded the floodwater stage.

  Thomas continued,“Well, you still owe Paige two hundred dollars, so you won’t get it from her anyway.”

  “How do you know . . . oh, never mind. I’ve got to go.And I will not, and I do mean will not, tell Mother why you are not coming today. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Hello . . . hello . . . I can’t . . . you’re breaking up . . .”The line went dead.

  “Chicken!” I hollered into the phone before tossing it back into the seat.

  “Well,well,well . . .who do we have here?” Sergeant Millings asked in his annoying way, flicking what looked to be a three-day-old toothpick through his teeth as he came in line with my open window.

  “I do believe you have the wrong car.” I pointed in the direction of the blue blur.“That is the young woman you should be tormenting.”

  “You think so, Miss Phillips? Well, you’ll be lucky to know I clocked you at twenty-two in a twenty.”

  “Well, let’s just change my name to Lucky!”

  “Okay, Lucky! If you’ll give me your license and registration, please.”