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Abbie shoved her carry-on bag under the seat in front of her as far as it would go. At present, she had the row all to herself. In no mood for casual chit-chat, she fervently hoped the two seats next to her would remain empty. From her vantage point, she could see down the length of the plane, and it appeared as if most of the passengers had already boarded.
Good, she thought with satisfaction. She stretched her legs and placed her paperback on the seat next to her. What kind of idiot takes an 8 p.m. flight to Anchorage, Alaska, in September anyway? She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Besides me.
Abbie drew her brows together and frowned as she settled in for the four hour flight to loneliness, emptiness, and stupidity. But, she reassured herself, it would only last for less than a week. Then she could return to her life in Seattle--of loneliness, emptiness, and stupidity.
Abbie let loose a sigh which began deep within her soul. It came out louder than she planned and she hoped no one else on the quiet plane heard the understated groan. She opened one eye to discover a tall man standing in the aisle next to her seat. Startled, she blinked and met a pair of almond-shaped, obsidian eyes that crinkled at the corners. His friendly smile widened to a grin.
"May I?" he asked, indicating the window seat past her.
"Oh, sure." Abbie quickly scrambled out of her seat and stepped into the aisle. She caught her breath when he slid past to take his seat.
His face was strikingly handsome. Exotic eyes were the prominent feature in an angular bronze face with a narrow nose and full lips. Those same lips continued to smile politely. With a quicknod of thanks in her direction, he shed his dark green jacket and sat down, laying it on the seat between them.
Abbie settled back into her seat and buckled the seatbelt. With a sideways peek at her seatmate, she forgot her earlier wish to be alone.
Mesmerized by the long black hair, which began in a distinctive widow's peak at his high forehead, she followed its length to the middle of his back. He wore it secured in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. She had a momentary tantalizing vision of his sleek black hair unbound, framing his high cheekbones. Abbie suspected Alaska Native heritage, though she'd never seen such a tall Native American.
He reached to pull a magazine from the seat pocket. Abbie's bemused eyes followed every move of his long brown hands. When the magazine sat unopened in his lap, she raised her eyes to his face and found him watching her, watching him. Black eyes smiled.
Posted February 1, 2013
I absolutely loved this story. There was just something magical about it since it was set in Alaska. Having visited there a few years ago, its beauty just leaves a permanent image in your heart, mind and soul. Alaska was the perfect backdrop for this story and the characters were just so believable. I felt so bad for Abbie because she just seemed to be getting a bad deal all the time until she returned back to Alaska. It was as if Alaska helped her to find herself again. I would definitely recommend this story to others and I eagerly look forward to reading more stories from Ms. McBride. Full review can be found online at Night Owl Reviews. ~ Diana Coyle, Book ReviewerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.