Chapter Twenty-Three

Now that the chaos of graduation is over and a wonderful night together with the hubby has passed…back to the story!

Abbey spent New Year’s Day curled in a ball beneath the sheets of her bed.  She couldn’t shake those piercing blue eyes.  She stared at the door waiting for Sloan to pound on it.  As the street lamps outside her apartment illuminated her room she realized he wasn’t going to show.  He never looked for her.  Abbey was relieved and devastated all at the same time.

The next morning Abbey drug herself out of bed, dressed and trudged through the new fallen snow to the diner.  Her head snapped around each time the chime on the door rang, distracting her from her customers.  The anticipation of seeing the tall, sexy Irishman walk into the diner again burrowed a pit in her stomach.

Sloan never arrived.

It was three days later.  Sloan never set foot in the diner or near Abbey’s apartment.  Abbey resigned herself to the fact the eyes she saw were not Sloan’s.  It was a figment of her imagination.  And her hopeless heart caused her to lose much needed tips.

Abbey slipped the pad and pen from the skirt of her waitress uniform and set them on the counter next to the cash register.  She picked up the thread bare jacket she left on the shelf under the register.  She tugged the sleeves onto her arms then struggled with the zipper until the jacket closed.  Abbey bid Barker and Mitzi goodbye with a cheery wave and set off into the freezing winter twilight.

Abbey dodged cars and construction vehicles that sped down the street.  She smiled.  At night the streets were menacing.  But during the day the neighborhood was predictable.  The same people stood on the street corners talking.  The same people huddled beneath the bus stop waiting for their ride home.

As Abbey turned the final corner on her was home she found something seriously out of place – the six and a half foot tall Irishman standing in the middle of the street.  A calf length black wool trench coat covered Sloan’s expensive black Armani suit and white linen dress shirt.  His dominating stature cleared the street of both cars and people.  A smile cracked across his face at the sight of her.


A scowl twisted across Abbey’s face despite her thundering heart.  She quickened her pace to pass by him.  She stopped quick as she felt Sloan’s hand snake around her upper arm.

“Abigail, we need to talk.”

Abbey spun at him.  “I have nothing to say to you.  You lied to me.”

“I know.  I apologize.  I can make it up to you,” Sloan assured.

“I’m not interested.”

“I got our contracts reinstated with Panda for the second book.  I know publishing the first book was your dream come true.  Let’s do it again.”

Abbey wrenched her arm free from Sloan’s grasp.  “As I said, I’m-Not-Interested.”  She stormed off to her apartment building, slamming the door closed behind her.


About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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