HAWK: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 5) by Samantha Leal Page B
Authors: Samantha Leal
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on a mission, following Betty's final wishes, but now she was here she felt helpless and didn't know what else to do. Perhaps she had been foolish following out such a crazy request after all, and Steve was right all along. Her heart suddenly ached at the thought of him. She needed someone to reach out and hold her. Or at least to hear his voice. She had left her phone back in her room, and hurrying down the path, she ran all the way back to the hotel, her eyes streaming with tears. Maybe it was delayed grief for her beloved Gran?
Back in the hotel room, Andrea picked up her phone. There were no missed calls. Steve must be really pissed off with her. Pressing in his number she waited impatiently for the call to connect. It went straight to voicemail, typical. Still it was the middle of the night back home and he probably wouldn't have thanked her for waking him, especially as he would be stressed out by the pending exhibition.
If she booked a flight home tomorrow, she would be back in time for the opening night. Maybe she should surprise him. Yes, that was it; she could just imagine his face as she walked through the door of the apartment they shared together. He would grab hold of her and they would have urgent sex on the leather couch, and everything would be OK.
She glanced at her watch. It was 10:30 and she needed to sort out her flights. Her Grandmas letter lay on the bed, and she quickly scanned it. She had forgotten about the stone that Betty had asked her to take back to the grave. She would do that after the flights had been confirmed. Then she could pack up and head for Glasgow airport, ready for the long journey home.
Luckily there were a few seats available on the morning flight, and she felt some relief. It took her little time to pack and she would have time for a quick coffee before returning to the chapel to carry out Grandma Betty's last wish. Slipping the stone into her jeans pocket, she picked up her fleece and headed down the stairs.
Chapter 4
The small bar area in the dining room was serving coffee, and the smell of the roasted beans gave her an instant lift. The old lady from breakfast was sitting by the window and smiled kindly at Andrea. Ordering a medium cappuccino, she sat at the only other table by the window, looking out across the water and letting her latest plans settle in her mind. She was doing the right thing, she was sure of it.
The coffee came and she stirred several sugars into the creamy white foam. The strain of the week had finally caught up with her, and she needed the extra energy. Sugar was definitely a taboo word in her circle back home. Letting out a sigh, she pushed back into her chair and stretched out her legs. She had set the wheels in motion now and would soon be back to her old life. These last few days would be as a dream. That was a sobering thought.
"How are ye liking our wee Isle?"
The soft lilting voice interrupted her quiet contemplation and she looked up to see the old lady was standing at her table, waiting to be invited to sit down.
"Do ye mind if I join ye?"
Andrea would have preferred a few moments alone but couldn't be rude to such a lovely lady.
“Not at all, though I haven't got much time before I leave."
The woman's blue eyes were steady on hers.
"That's something we have lots of on Iona. Time—it’s one of our greatest commodities."
The old lady laughed, and it made Andrea smile.
"I'm Geraldine MacDonald. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss ..."
"Andrea. I'm Andrea Taylor."
"And where be ye rushing aff to, lassie?"
"Back to New York. I live there with my partner, and he has his first art exhibition the day after tomorrow, and I need to be with him."
She didn't usually tell strangers her life history, but there was something about Geraldine that made her want to talk.
"Ye must truly love him?"
Andrea's smiled, uncertain how to answer that question.
"I came here as the last request of my grandmother Betty. She was an artist and
Back in the hotel room, Andrea picked up her phone. There were no missed calls. Steve must be really pissed off with her. Pressing in his number she waited impatiently for the call to connect. It went straight to voicemail, typical. Still it was the middle of the night back home and he probably wouldn't have thanked her for waking him, especially as he would be stressed out by the pending exhibition.
If she booked a flight home tomorrow, she would be back in time for the opening night. Maybe she should surprise him. Yes, that was it; she could just imagine his face as she walked through the door of the apartment they shared together. He would grab hold of her and they would have urgent sex on the leather couch, and everything would be OK.
She glanced at her watch. It was 10:30 and she needed to sort out her flights. Her Grandmas letter lay on the bed, and she quickly scanned it. She had forgotten about the stone that Betty had asked her to take back to the grave. She would do that after the flights had been confirmed. Then she could pack up and head for Glasgow airport, ready for the long journey home.
Luckily there were a few seats available on the morning flight, and she felt some relief. It took her little time to pack and she would have time for a quick coffee before returning to the chapel to carry out Grandma Betty's last wish. Slipping the stone into her jeans pocket, she picked up her fleece and headed down the stairs.
Chapter 4
The small bar area in the dining room was serving coffee, and the smell of the roasted beans gave her an instant lift. The old lady from breakfast was sitting by the window and smiled kindly at Andrea. Ordering a medium cappuccino, she sat at the only other table by the window, looking out across the water and letting her latest plans settle in her mind. She was doing the right thing, she was sure of it.
The coffee came and she stirred several sugars into the creamy white foam. The strain of the week had finally caught up with her, and she needed the extra energy. Sugar was definitely a taboo word in her circle back home. Letting out a sigh, she pushed back into her chair and stretched out her legs. She had set the wheels in motion now and would soon be back to her old life. These last few days would be as a dream. That was a sobering thought.
"How are ye liking our wee Isle?"
The soft lilting voice interrupted her quiet contemplation and she looked up to see the old lady was standing at her table, waiting to be invited to sit down.
"Do ye mind if I join ye?"
Andrea would have preferred a few moments alone but couldn't be rude to such a lovely lady.
“Not at all, though I haven't got much time before I leave."
The woman's blue eyes were steady on hers.
"That's something we have lots of on Iona. Time—it’s one of our greatest commodities."
The old lady laughed, and it made Andrea smile.
"I'm Geraldine MacDonald. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss ..."
"Andrea. I'm Andrea Taylor."
"And where be ye rushing aff to, lassie?"
"Back to New York. I live there with my partner, and he has his first art exhibition the day after tomorrow, and I need to be with him."
She didn't usually tell strangers her life history, but there was something about Geraldine that made her want to talk.
"Ye must truly love him?"
Andrea's smiled, uncertain how to answer that question.
"I came here as the last request of my grandmother Betty. She was an artist and
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