Flight 1710 #1
by RJ Scott
Co-Pilot Lachlan Donaghue wakes up in hospital, a survivor of the crash of Flight HA1710, with memory loss and the suspicion that he could be at fault for the tragic accident. When everything becomes too much he goes home to hide, back to the small Scottish town he grew up in and to his family home.
Rory Kendrick watches the news, sees every hour of the disaster unfold but never thinks that Lachlan was in the middle of it all. Or that his friend will be forced to come back home to hide and to heal. What Lachlan needs is a friend, not a lover, but sometimes the lines are just too blurred to make any sense.
RJ Scott has been writing since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies. She was told to write a story and two sides of paper about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born.
As an avid reader herself, she can be found reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror. However, her first real true love will always be the world of romance where she takes cowboys, bodyguards, firemen and billionaires (to name a few) and writes dramatic and romantic stories of love and passion between these men.
With over seventy titles to her name and counting, she is the author of the award winning book, The Christmas Throwaway. She is also known for the Texas series charting the lives of Riley and Jack, and the Sanctuary series following the work of the Sanctuary Foundation and the people it protects.
Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.
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“Stop interrupting, let me get this out.” Rory pressed a hand to his chest, right over his heart. “I know you didn’t do anything wrong. I just know.”
Defeated by Rory’s calm, Lachlan put the water down and curled on his side, facing away from Rory. It crossed his mind that he’d ended up on what used to be his side of the bed—but that was just because the sheets weren’t damp there – or was it? “No one can know,” he said miserably.
Rory disregarded Lachlan’s deliberate ignoring move. He probably saw right through him. “The articles I read said that when the swelling in your brain subsides, then you may find some flashes of memory.”
“Doc said the same thing to me,” Lachlan muttered. Already he was feeling tired again, but was that just another way for his body to help him avoid what had happened?
“And also that exposing you to the crash site, or the plane, or the news items may lead to you being able to recall what happened.”
That made Lachlan turn to face Rory. Abruptly he was terrified. “Has something happened? Is there news you don’t want to tell me?”
Rory glanced at the TV, quiet and gray in the corner of the room on top of a pine cabinet. “No, they’re just replaying what they already know,” he said.
Lachlan could see right through Rory. They’d known each other since they were two, and Rory had this nervous way of flushing when he was lying.
For a second they stood there staring at each other, and warmth began to unfurl inside Lachlan’s heart. He’d loved Rory since before he’d even realized. They’d been inseparable, in love, but what he needed now wasn’t memories of that time, he just needed a friend. He stopped himself from leaning in and stealing a kiss from a man who had promised on that fateful New Year’s Eve that they would never kiss again. Swaying back, Rory smiled and dropped his hands. Then he walked away, and Lachlan closed the bathroom door.
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