Chapter sixty-four

Abbey had no idea how long she slept.  She just laid down on the massive bed and closed her eyes for a cat nap.  By the morning light peeking through the hotel curtain she could tell it had been a very long time.

Abbey wasn’t sure what she would find when she swiped her key card in the hotel door the night before.  With the fight she had with Sloan in New York she possibly could find two beds inside.  She was elated to find one very large king bed in a very posh suite.  Even in Northern Ireland Sloan settled for nothing less than the finest.

Abbey rolled over finding only her bags on the floor.  She had slept alone.  Sloan stayed at the house.  Abbey berated herself.  Of course he would want to spend his mother’s last moments with her.  If she got the chance to meet Sloan’s mother would Sloan introduce Abbey as his wife?  She seriously doubted he would.

Abbey sat up, feeling the nausea return with a vengeance.  Along with it her stomach growled.  Despite the strong sick urge she felt she knew she needed something to eat soon.

There was a knock at her door.  “Abigail?”

Abbey got up to answer.  Gordon, Bartholomew and Robert stood in the doorway dressed casually in polos and jeans.

“We are going to the house.  Do you wish to come?” Gordon asked.

“Yes.”  Abbey glanced back to her suitcase.  “Can I change first?”


Abbey motioned them in then opened her suitcase.  She tugged out a sweater and a pair of jeans.  Abbey then locked herself in the bathroom to change.  She stopped for a moment to pull her brown hair into a ponytail before she opened the bathroom door.

“Grab your coat, Abbey,” Robert instructed.  “It’s chilly out.”

Abbey nodded as she grabbed her coat lying discarded on a chair.  It still baffled her how much colder it was in Belfast than it was in New York City.  At home she had been out and about in a t-shirt and shorts.  She tugged her jacket on and followed the three men as they led her down the hall to the elevator.

Abbey stopped at the little café in the lobby of the hotel.  The three men skidded to a halt when they found her missing.  Gordon stormed back to find her.

“Abigail, you need to stay with us at all times,” Gordon commanded.

“I just need something to eat,” Abbey pleaded.

Gordon’s face lightened.  “You are feeling better then?”

“No.”  Abbey shrugged.  “But I’m starving too.  Crazy that I feel sick and hungry at the same time.”

Abbey picked a cinnamon biscotti to munch on.  Before she could get her wallet from her purse Gordon handed his credit card to the girl behind the counter.  As Abbey took the bag with her biscotti in it Gordon motioned her to the door.

Abbey nibbled on the biscotti as she sat pinned between Bartholomew and Robert in the backseat of the cab.  The quick erratic turns of the cab as it sailed through the streets of Belfast made Abbey’s stomach lurch.  Being squashed between two very large men certainly didn’t make it better.  Abbey tucked the rest of her biscotti in the bag for safe keeping. 

Liam was standing outside the front door of the house as the cab pulled up to the curb.  Bartholomew helped Abbey out of the backseat as Gordon paid the driver.  Together they made their way up the walk.  Liam met them at the front door.

“Amelia is gone,” Liam announced.  “She is with Colin and Ethan now.”

Gordon lowered his head and shook it sadly.  Abbey felt her heart sink at the news.  Liam opened the front door to let them pass through.

They stopped in the living room to take their coats off and set them in a chair.  Liam continued, “Amelia left in peace now that her two remaining children were at her side.”

Liam swept his hand down the hall towards the kitchen.  Abbey followed Gordon as they wound their way down the hall.

Sloan sat hunched in a wooded kitchen chair, his elbows on his knees.  He was still in the suit he traveled in.  His beautiful blue eyes were swollen red.

Abbey couldn’t take it any longer.  She rushed across the kitchen to Sloan.  In one swift motion he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her between his legs.  He buried his face against her stomach as he wrapped his arms around her waist.  Abbey held him close to her, pressing soft kisses into his thick black locks.  Tears slipped down her cheeks as she felt her husband sob.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered to him.  “I love you so much.”

Abbey clung to Sloan for several moments, digging deep within herself to find the strength for both of them.  She looked up as she head Maggie’s brogue.

“Sloan, Father Michael wants to speak to us,” Maggie said softly.

Sloan gently pushed Abbey from him as he stood.  He pressed a kiss to her lips then shuffled towards the living room.

Maggie stood still, staring at Abbey.  Abbey tried to force a smile on her face.

“I’m sorry,” Maggie replied.  She held out her hand to Abbey.  “I’m Maggie.”

Abbey shook the Irish girl’s hand.  “I’m Abbey.”

“I know.  My brother spoke quite a lot about you.”

Abbey laughed uneasily.  “It was good I hope.”

“Of course.  A man should always speak well of his wife.”  Maggie turned as she heard her name called.  “I’ve got to go.  It was nice meeting you.”  Abbey watched Maggie leave as her mouth gaped open.  Sloan had told his mother and sister about her and their marriage.

Abbey found herself alone in the small kitchen.  She felt completely incompetent.  Her husband’s mother died and she was doing nothing.  She thought hard for a moment.  Abbey slipped down the hall, breezing past the crowded living room deep in prayer with the comforting priest.  Abbey snuck out the front door into the cold morning without her coat.

Abbey wrapped her arms around herself to stay warm as she traveled the sidewalk towards the shops they passed on their way to the house.  She saw a grocer.  Maybe they sold flowers.  She would buy a bunch and take them back to the house as a sympathetic gesture.

Abbey walked past a pub, the sounds of happy diners floating out the kitchen window.  The smell of roasting beef and onions accompanied the merry voices.  It was all too much for Abbey.  She covered her mouth as she dashed for the alley behind the pub.  She bent over, retching the meager contents of her stomach as her face grew clammy.  Abbey heard the footsteps behind her as she coughed violently.

“Miss?” a deep voice boomed.

“I’m ok,” Abbey defended.  “I haven’t been feeling good…”

Abbey gasped as her arms were wrenched behind her.  She felt the cold steel of handcuffs clamped around her wrists.  She was yanked up right.

“You’re littering, Miss.  You are under arrest,” she soldier snapped before leading her down the street to his waiting vehicle.


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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