Chapter thirty-seven

It was finished.  Abbey smiled at the screen of her laptop triumphantly as she plunked her fingers on the period key.  She managed to reconstruct her second book once again.  In a sudden moment of sheer panic Abbey ran her fingertips across the mouse pad, saving the story to the flash drive embedded in the side of the laptop.  She pulled the stick free from the side of the computer and dropped it into her purse lying on the floor beside the couch.

Abbey looked up from the laptop screen.  She watched Sloan for several minutes as he lost himself in his chalk and paper.  She noticed his blue eyes twinkle as his hand, clutching the mauve pastel, swam across the canvas.  What he created, even in its infant state, was truly amazing.

Abbey sighed.  Her lips still tingled from the kiss they shared in her apartment.  It was four days later and there hadn’t been another one.  Had he just been toying with her?

After a couple more keystrokes on the keyboard, Abbey gently set her laptop on the sofa.  She listened as she heard the soft hum of the printer in Sloan’s office coming to life.  Ah, the wonders of wireless printers!

Abbey picked up the few sheets of paper waiting for her in the dark office.  She swept across the penthouse to Sloan and his easel.  Abbey beamed as she held the papers out to him.                                     

“I’m finished,” she announced.

Sloan’s ice blue eyes gazed into hers for several tender moments.  He brushed his chalk covered fingers on his tight, faded jeans and took the papers from her.

“Let’s see,” Sloan offered.  He quietly read the new story.  Abbey shifted from one foot to the other nervously.  A knot of anticipation twisted in her stomach.  Sloan’s opinion mattered the world to her.  She hoped he wouldn’t hate it.

Sloan looked up to her with a smile.  “Abigail, it is fantastic.  I think it’s better than your first book.”

“Really?”  Abbey asked very pleased.  “You really think so?”

“I do.  I hope my illustrations can do this story justice.”

“Oh, you.”  Abbey flung her arms around Sloan’s neck and gave him a tight hug.  She pressed her lips to his cheek.  “Thank you.”

Abbey’s eyes grew fuzzy as she focused on Sloan’s lips – just an inch or so away from hers.  She could tell by Sloan’s sudden deep, heavy breath that he was watching hers also.  She bit hers uneasily as the ache to kiss him filled her again.

“I should probably get back to work,” Sloan groaned.

“Of course.”  Abbey let go of him.  Sloan stared at her for a moment more.  Abbey crossed back to the couch, pausing once to turn back.  She found Sloan’s gaze still hard and heavy on her.  She sat down on the sofa and stared to shut down her computer, ending work for another night.


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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