Chapter forty-eight

Abbey couldn’t wait for the day to begin.  In her mind she had been making big plans to spend her day off with Sloan.  The sooner they got started the better.  Abbey hopped out of bed and quickly pulled on her pajamas that had been discarded to the floor the night before.

Abbey jogged down the stairs, excitedly looking for Sloan.  She stopped short as he strode out of his office, buttoning the cuff of his dress shirt.  Abbey’s excitement fell at the sight of him dressed in his Armani suit even though he looked unbelievable in it.

“I should have known you’d be working today,” Abbey sighed as she forced a smile on her face.

“Just this morning.  I have a meeting,” Sloan replied.  “I’ll be home by lunch.  Would you like to go out?”

“Sure,” Abbey agreed.  At least she’d get to spend some of her day with him.

Sloan stared at her warily for a moment as if he was waiting for her reaction.  Abbey watched as he crossed the penthouse to his easel.  Sloan sorted his illustrations into order and set them in the leather portfolio that leaned against the leg of the easel.  He turned to glance at her once again before he unpinned the printed copy of her second story from the board and slipped it into the portfolio beside his drawings.

Abbey gasped.  “You’re going to Panda!”

“Yes.  I am meeting with Aubrey this morning.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” Abbey eagerly volunteered.

“Not this time, Abigail.”

Abbey felt her hopes fall again.  “Aubrey still hates me for leaving, doesn’t she?”

Sloan wove around the furniture of the living area to her and pulled her into his arms.  “She doesn’t hate you, Abigail.  I am only turning the book in today.  When the editors approve it we will meet with Aubrey together to finalize things.  Alright?”

Abbey looked into his ice blue eyes then nodded.  He had a way of saying things that made her feel so much better.  She was such a sucker for him.

Sloan pressed a long, soft, wet kiss on her lips.  “I will see you after my meeting.  Think about where you would like me to take you for lunch.”

“Ok,” Abbey cooed dreamily.

Abbey watched as Sloan picked up his portfolio and left the penthouse, latching the door behind him.  She giggled.  It would be a great day after all.


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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