Tangled in Time (The McCarthy Sisters) by Barbara Longley

Author:Barbara Longley [Longley, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781542048231
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2017-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

Regan awoke and stretched, every inch of her a prime example of one well-loved, satisfied female. Fáelán must have already been up, because his side of the bed was empty. His down pillow still held the indent from where his head had rested. Sighing, she turned to her side, pulled the pillow close and inhaled his lingering scent. If she stayed in bed long enough, perhaps he’d come back upstairs and join her. Smiling, she nestled under the covers, listening for him over the patter of rain against the windows.

She didn’t hear the shower going, or any noise or movement from downstairs. She couldn’t detect the scent of coffee or tea from the kitchen either. In fact, her place was too quiet. Empty. Throwing the covers back, she rose to sitting and swung her legs to the floor. Fáelán might have gone for a run. Rain didn’t bother him. Or he might’ve gone to the bakery in the village. Her hopes pinned on the latter, her mouth watered at the thought of fresh scones for breakfast. The thought of food propelled her out of bed. At least she could have the coffee ready and waiting for his return.

Regan got up, took her robe from the hook on the back of her bedroom door and slipped into it. She picked up the pile of Fáelán’s clothes from the floor, exactly where he’d dropped them, and tossed them into the hamper before heading downstairs to start the coffee.

By the time she’d had breakfast, showered and dressed, with no sign of Fáelán, worry consumed her thoughts. He hadn’t left a note, hadn’t called or texted, and his car was still parked in front of hers on the street. She grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter, where it was recharging, and punched in his number. Her heart thudding, she followed the sound of his ringtone to the nightstand in her bedroom. Her mouth going dry, she ended the call and stared.

The oppressive silence amplified his absence. Regan walked across the room and peered out the bedroom window into the pouring rain. They’d made plans to go to the Hill of Tara today. He wouldn’t just disappear without a word, would he? She sucked in a breath. He would if he believed abandoning her might protect her from Morrigan.

“Dammit, Fáelán!” She brought her phone up and looked for Jim’s number in her contacts. A death grip on her cell phone, she pressed it to her ear. If Fáelán was hiding out in Waterford, she’d give him a piece of her mind in blistering detail. They’d agreed to face whatever came together, and then he’d left her once she’d fallen asleep? Coward. Maybe not cowardly, more like playing the martyr when he didn’t have to.

“Dr. Ahearn here,” Jim answered.

“Hi, Jim. It’s Regan.” She swallowed a few times. “Is Fáelán there?” There was a long pause, and her gut twisted.

“Nay. Is he not with you?” he answered, his tone filled with concern.

“No, and I don’t have any idea where he is.

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