Tides of Love (Garrett Brothers Book 1) by Sumner Tracy

Author:Sumner, Tracy [Sumner, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tracy Sumner
Published: 2011-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

"See the way she stares at him, Doc. All dopey-eyed." Stymie shifted a wad of tobacco from one side of his jaw to the other, his watery gaze focused on the dance area. "Loony woman still loves the professor better than Peter loved the Lord."

"Shut up, you old fool," Magnus said and stalked off.

Stymie scratched his head and spit. "Wonder what put him in a stew."

Henri Beaumont linked his fingers over his bulging stomach, recording Leland's exit. Unfortunately Henri could not argue with the stinking fisherman's verdict.

For he had also recorded his daughter's impassioned display. Mon Dieu. She still looked at young Garrett like a lovesick pup. A blind pup. It made Henri realize he had been too lenient. By half. Waiting for his daughter to properly secure a promising future. Absurd to imagine a woman making a choice, any choice, and choosing well. Twice, he'd allowed her to go against his wishes. Against his better judgment. Evidently, a weakness of paternal love. University, for God's sake. What good had that done? His second mistake had involved allowing her to act as housemaid to a crotchety old woman.

What did Marielle-Claire think? That he would live forever? Provide for her after she came to her senses and moved back home? Didn't she realize she needed a man to guide her? Protect her? Didn't she realize he, Henri Beaumont, wanted grandsons?

Now this. Merde.

He had prayed the boy would never show his face on Pilot Isle again. Though he would have gladly kissed young Garrett's feet if he had shown an inkling of interest in marrying Marielle-Claire. Unquestionably the most handsome member of his family. Intelligent. Successful. Upon hearing of the boy's return, Henri had made it his business to discover which of the circulating rumors were true. Discreet inquiries.

Henri watched young Garrett shrug free of a clutching female hand. A marine biologist. True. He taught biology at a well-respected institution in Chicago. Furthermore, he had completed research aboard a government fishing vessel and written essays for a scientific manual.

Tapping his fingers on his belly, Henri struggled to recall the description the investigator used. Ah, yes: a rising star in his field. A rising star would have suited Marielle-Claire very well indeed. Exceptionally bright his daughter. And she had never lacked beauty.

Henri followed Noah's progress through a sea of simpering pouts, fluttering eyelashes, and teasing smiles. Yes, young Garrett would have forced the hand. Henri's grandsons would have been assured of possessing intelligence and good looks.

In this instance, his daughter had been an excellent judge of character. She'd recognized the boy's value long before the others. Yearned for him when he was no more than an ashen, bespectacled lad.

Henri exited the tent and headed for poor Leland, who stood with his back to the festivities. Henri wished he were home drinking a glass of Bordeaux instead of standing outside a homespun tent, sand lodged beneath his fingernails, sweat adhering his tailored shirt to his skin. Mon Dieu, how he hated the ocean. If not for his business interests, he would move inland as far as he could get.

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