Page 1 of One Sultry Summer

Chapter 1

Valerie Masterson

On a blissfully warm summer day in San Francisco, the fog has burned away. The sun is shining brighter than it has in ages. The temperature has soared to a delightful seventy degrees for the first time in what feels like forever. This unexpected warmth feels like a gift, breaking our record and inviting everyone outside to soak up the rare sunshine.

The city comes alive with laughter, swirling colors, and the scent of blooming flowers, as people relish the moment, embracing the sweet taste of summer. I can only imagine the temperatures further inland. In just a few short hours, I’ll be stepping into a dazzling gala tohonor the mayor for his philanthropic work with the community.

I can’t wait to immerse myself in an evening filled with music, dining, dancing, and networking. It gives me a chance to put my talent as a property acquisition manager to the test. I pride myself on finding ways to get new clients. I feel confident that I will be successful, and some might say I’m an overachiever.

I laid everything on my bed, from the black sequin dress to the vintage heels and accessories. I like adding my flare to whatever I do; some say even my attitude is unique.

It’s been a couple of days since I’ve heard from my mother, I should give her a jingle. I pick up my phone and before I can even unlock the screen, I receive an incoming call. No surprise, it’s my mother. It felt like she was reading my mind.

“Hello, mother.”

“God. You make me feel old.”

“Huh? What do you mean by that?”

“You called me “mother,” which implies that I’m ancient.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“How about you call me by my first name?”

I roll my eyes at her proposal. Thank goodness she can’t see my face. “I’m uncomfortable with that, but I appreciate the suggestion. So, what prompted your call today?”

“I called to see if I could use one of your suitcases.”

“Sure. Are you going on a trip?”

“I am. I felt inspired by your trip to Mexico for Layla’s bachelorette party.”

“Really?”

“All your stories of having fun on a beach, drinking margaritas, dancing, and getting a tan. Maybe, it’s my chance to have fun and find love.”

“Love? I didn’t find love.”

“No. But Layla did. Anyhow, perhaps I can find astepfather for you.”

My face sours at the thought. “Mom, I’m twenty-eight, I don’t think I need a stepfather.”

“I know Hun, but I need someone to keep me warm at night.”

Eww…just eww. “I think you’re sharing too much, Mom.” She giggles at me. “Are you pulling my leg?”

“Yes, Val, you need to relax and take a joke sometimes. But seriously, you know the Margarita club I’m part of? We’re going on a seven-day, six-night cruise to Mexico.”

“Well, that sounds lovely Mom. I’m glad you can take a little time for yourself.”

“How about you?”

“What about me?”

“Val, it’s like pulling teeth with you. Have you found anybody special yet?”

“No, I haven’t found anyone since our conversation three days ago.”

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