One More Time
Chapter One
Abby Deane nudged the yoke, banking her plane to the left.
Looking out the side window, she spotted her new home, a
sprawling ancient mansion dating back to the Tudor period,
added to over the ages.
Her new home. Away from the pointless distractions of men,
men who were so commitment phobic, wanting only a quick shag.
Thank heavens for modern invention. She owned a potpourri
of devices designed to please her. Who needed a man in the
twenty-first century?
Ever since she'd given up on the heartbreakers, her life seemed
less off-kilter. She hoped this new job would rebalance her life.
The toys'd definitely help.
With a grin, she checked her instruments and glanced ahead,
squinting in the sunlight even though she wore dark sunglasses.
Puffy cumulonimbus blocked her vision of the private airstrip
ahead.
Circling, she slowed the Beech Bonanza into its gliding speed.
She guided the plane into its descent, checking the altimeter
until she broke clear of the cloud cover.
She blinked. The airstrip had vanished. She glanced to the
left and the right. Had she flown o ... read full excerpt from: One More Time ebook
