Chapter sixty-eight

Abbey collapsed on the hotel bed.  She was still shaking.  For no reason her charges were dropped and she was released.  After her things were returned she caught the first cab she could and got the hell out of there.   

All Abbey wanted was Sloan.  She wanted to hold him, she wanted to bury herself in his arms sobbing.  She wanted to make love to him and fall asleep in his arms.

Then Abbey would ask him what all this terrorist crap was about.

Abbey picked up her cell phone and dialed Sloan.  It went directly to voicemail.  Abbey stared at her phone puzzled as she ended the call.

Abbey crawled off her bed to answer the knock at the door.  She pulled it open to find Gordon.  He clung to the doorframe, his face twisted in a mixture of anger and relief.

Gordon grabbed a hold of Abbey’s wrist and tugged her to him.  He smothered her in his arms and hugged her tight.

“I told you to stay in the house,” he scolded.

“I didn’t realize,” Abbey pleaded.  “Where’s Sloan?  What’s all this about him being a terrorist?”

Gordon squeezed her tighter.  “He’s been arrested, Abigail.”


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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