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Heartland (Black Irish 2) – Another Teaser

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Here’s another teaser from Heartland (Black Irish #2) coming in August to Sweet Cravings Publishing…

“Hey!” Mary called.  “You missed the turn!  You need to go back!”

The chauffer never acknowledged her.  He did, however, turn at the next available road.  Mary sighed in relief.  They were turning back to the main terminal.

Except the limo did not turn around.  The kept trekking up the dark road weaving between several large metal framed buildings.  She caught the sign as they passed.  Private Hangers.  Mary nervously reached into her purse and dug through her things for a hair tie.  She tied her graying auburn hair up in a ponytail.  She knew it was a strange habit – to tie her hair up when she was panicked.  She couldn’t remember a time she was more unsettled than she was now.  Where the devil was this driver taking her?

The limo came to a slow stop at the final hanger.  It bordered the mouth of one of the runways. Mary looked out each window seeing the car surrounded by luxury airplanes of every shape and size.  She slumped back against the seat as she watched the driver step out of the limousine and stride into the open overhead door of the hanger, leaving her alone.

Mary watched the planes land and take off as she felt herself tremble.  She didn’t understand any of this.  Did she take the wrong car?  What trouble was she in?

Minutes later the driver returned and opened her door, offering his hand to help her step out.  Mary shifted her weight from one foot to the other then turned her attention to the driver.

“I am supposed to meet my children at the main airport terminal.  What is the meaning of bringing me here?” Mary demanded.

“I just spoke to the tower,” the chauffer informed her.  “”The O’Riley’s plane is just landing now.”

“At the main airport.”

The driver swept his arm towards the runway, motioning for Mary to turn around.  Mary watched as the plane’s wheels touched down on the pavement.  As the aircraft decelerated it coasted the maze of runways slowly inching its approach.  Mary’s breath caught in her throat as she read the corporate name newly emblazoned on its side.

Sloan Enterprises.  Her son-in-law owned his own plane?

A ground crew raced to the parked plane towing a set of steps with them.  Once the stairs were flush against the body of the airplane the door opened.  Out stepped a young blond man tall with rippling muscles.  Behind him bounced a small pretty woman with black curls.

Mary gasped.  The next to step from the plane was Abbey.  Her hair was long and tied up in a ponytail.  Right behind her was Sloan with his towering stature and wavy black hair.  He gently rested his hand on Abbey’s hip to guide her down the stairs.  Abbey’s eyes flew open wide at the sight of her mother.

“Mom!” Abbey exclaimed.

Mary ran to the base of the stairs as Abbey jogged past the young couple, the young man stepping aside amused to let her by.  Abbey threw her arms around Mary’s neck, hugging her tight.

Mary gazed at her daughter.  The Abbey she sent to New York was fresh faced and innocent.  The Abbey standing before her had been betrayed, been hurt, been left to fend for herself.  She also had been loved, been cared for, been cherished.  She was truly a woman now.

“I am so happy to see you, sweetheart,” Mary breathed.

“I’m happy to see you too, Mom,” Abbey agreed.

Mary noticed as a large, powerful hand brushed her shoulder.  Another hand brushed Abbey’s.  Both women looked up to see Sloan standing beside them.  Mary wrapped her arm around Sloan and hugged him.

“Hello again, son.  It’s good to see you,” Mary greeted.

“It’s good to see you too, Mom,” Sloan purred in his thick Irish brogue.

Mary looked past the three of them to watch those who had come from the plane.  “I understand why you insisted I not come to get you in my Beetle.  I can’t fit the four of you in my car.”

Sloan laughed.  “Yes, that is why.  And there are five of us.”

Mary stepped to the side to see who Sloan was referring to behind him.  Mary felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes fell on a tall, built man with the warmest brown eyes she ever saw.  His salt and pepper hair was neatly trimmed.  And for a 60 year old man he had a chiseled physique beneath his expensive designer suit.  The man stalked towards the three of them.  “Sloan, there is no protection here…”

Sloan stopped him.  “Gordon, I would like to introduce you to Mary, Abbey’s mother.”

Gordon stopped short at the frazzled auburn haired beauty standing with Sloan and Abbey.  Gordon took Mary’s hand and placed a tender kiss against it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mary,” Gordon crooned.

Mary giggle then realized she did so.  She flushed with embarrassment.  Sloan chuckled again as he continued, “Mary, this is Gordon.”

“Nice to meet you, Gordon,” Mary squeaked.

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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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