Magnolia Sky

By Angela Schmeling

When tragedy strikes, Rachel Byrne thinks her chance for a happily ever after has ended. Picking up the 

shattered pieces and moving across the country, Rachel is determined to start over all while uncovering long kept secrets, finding a new faith, and hiding from a ruthless criminal.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angela Schmeling
• Release date: May 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9781087888651

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Chapter 1

New York City

LOVE IS FOR FOOLS. AND YOU, LASS, ARE NO FOOL.

She never believed in love at first sight. But as she locked eyes with him across the restaurant, she couldn’t help but hear her Aunt Lucy’s words ringing in her mind. Still, there was no mistaking the spark that passed through Rachel Byrne when her eyes caught his bright blue ones. Like a magnet, she was drawn in and had a hard time looking away.

The spark ran up the back of her spine made her shiver and lose focus. A girl that had vowed to never be swooned so easily by a man was finding herself weakening by a mere look from across the room.

And then he smiled. A smile that would have put George Clooney to shame. And Rachel felt like she was the only one in the room. Her heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze and that smile that stretched across his face making it even more devilishly handsome.

After a tentative smile back, she ducked her head down, feeling the blush rising within her cheeks. She mentally scolded herself for being swept away by debonair looks.

That guy is super cute! Her friend Mellani commented from across their table. And he is totally checking you out!

Rachel shook her head. Whatever. But she couldn't resist giving a small side glance that confirmed her friend's comment.

He was walking towards them with a step that could've been Fred Astaire’s. Rachel was a sucker for the classics.

Good evening, ladies. His voice rang out with velvety smoothness.

She strategically placed a wall around the very thing that was trying to beat out of her chest. Raising one eyebrow, Rachel turned to him, momentarily stunned by how blue his eyes were. Have you lost your way to your table?

He smiled, a small dimple peeking through his left cheek. Well, my friend and I were wondering if you beautiful ladies would like to join tables?

Rachel scoffed slightly at his abrasiveness, her Irish nature rising to the surface. She cocked her head slightly. You're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?

Well, ma’am, yes I am. A subtle southern accent peaked through, and Rachel tried not to swoon. My name is George.

Clooney? Rachel cracked with a sly smile.

Not Clooney. George’s eyes twinkled. Jacobson. Though George is welcome to give me his bank account.

Maybe some other time.

In that case, I won’t leave my friend waiting any longer. He turned with a wink and as he walked back towards his table stated, Hope to see you again.

Rachel shook her head and returned to her meal with Mellani gawking at her. She pointed her fork at her friend, the marinara sauce splattering across the table barely missing Mellani’s cream blouse. Don't even say it.

Mellani scowled as she picked up her napkin and wiped sauce off her hand.  What would I say? That eventually you'll need to open to someone, or you'll end up being alone for the rest of your life? That you need to break down those walls you keep building or you will never find happiness?

Happiness is an illusion.

Her friend rolled her eyes. Not every guy is like Derrick.

Just because you're in a happy bliss bubble with whoever the flavor of the month is doesn't mean I can share your sentiment.

Mellani’s grin faded. His name is Noah and we've been together for three months. She shook her head and reached over to take her friend’s hand. Derrick was a jerk unworthy of a beautiful Irish lass like yourself. Her flimsy Irish accent brought a smile to Rachel’s lips. He was stupid to shack up with that reporter, but not every guy is like that. You’ll find someone way better than that sleazebag.

Rachel’s smile faded and she shook her head.

You're so cynical, Rach.

No. I just don't think any man is capable of truly showing and committing their love to one person. Rachel said, It’s like my aunt would say, ‘Love is for fools.’

Cynic.

Rachel gave her a look but didn't disagree. Mellani wasn’t wrong. Derrick Edwards was a sleaze that cheated as soon as something better came along. Catching him in bed with that reporter when coming home early to surprise him from an art convention had done a number on her heart and was enough to steer her away from any romantic entanglements. She should’ve listened to her aunt’s wisdom on love before she had ended up with that scoundrel. It had been six months since that fateful night and she had done well since, dissuading every suitor that tried to swoon her.

Which made her eyebrows fly up in surprise, when, after bidding Mellani goodbye, she saw George leaning against the railing outside the door of the restaurant. His eyes lit up when he caught sight of Rachel, her auburn hair blowing slightly in the night breeze.

She fought against feelings of pleasure and forced a look of disdain as she walked past him and felt him fall into step beside her.

Listen, George started. I'm really not a psycho crazy person. I just saw you and I had to talk to you.

Her feelings switched to annoyance. She stopped abruptly, rolling her eyes as she turned to face him. Did you really think that line would work?

George touched her arm gently so she wouldn’t feel threatened. No. But I'm serious. I really wanted to talk to you and find out your name.

Rachel looked at him incredulously. I have mace in my purse. Though it was the truth, she had no idea how she would reach it in time if he tried something.

And I will not give you reason to use it. George replied, his hands up in surrender. I just want to take you for coffee.

Is that the only way I can get rid of you?

George smiled sheepishly.

Rachel chewed on her lip, her mind racing. She glanced at the man in question, who looked incredibly handsome with his blue eyes alight with amusement and his dark hair waving slightly in the breeze as he waited for her response. She shook her head and hailed a taxi coming up the street.

As she opened the door, she turned to look back at him with an equally amused grin. Rachel Byrne. We’ll take a rain check on that coffee. She climbed into the taxi, then turned back to him. That is if you can find me. Feeling pleased with herself, she sat smugly in the cab knowing that George would never try to find her. Not that it would be too hard, her name was becoming more well known in the city as her reputation for landscape and interior design grew.

But she knew his type and he wasn't looking for anything long term. He might if he was just looking for a chase, but Rachel knew that she wouldn’t let her heart get carried away in that kind of game again.

Rachel gave the driver her address and pondered as she watched the streets zip by her. Stopped at a red light, she watched a couple walking with their hands intertwined. The look of adoration that the man gave the woman showed his complete devotion of love to her.

Rachel looked away sadly. Maybe Mellani was right, maybe she was cynical. Was it possible that not all guys were dirty rotten scoundrels? Not all of them would take her heart and then shatter it into a million pieces when something better came along? She shook her head. Better not to put her heart at risk again.

Tossing her keys on the table when she walked into her apartment, Rachel rolled her neck to get the kinks out. Grabbing the TV remote and her sketch pad, she sank into her couch and decided that drawing and watching Shawn and Gus flounder through a mystery in her favorite show Psych would help her unwind.

Touching the pen to the pad, she felt her stress flow out of her as easily as the beautiful Irish countryside emerged from the paper with each line. Soon, she forgot about her evening and even about Derrik as she became immersed with her creation.

A soft smile spread across her lips as she skillfully drew out the small fishing village on the western coast of Ireland. Tucking a stray red strand behind her ear, she pulled the pad closer to adjust the waves that were crashing into the shore.

There’s no better place than the Wild Atlantic way of the Irish coast. Rachel heard her aunt’s voice ringing in her ears as the picture to form. It’s beautiful and unpredictable. Just like any good Irish lass.

Rachel shook her head at the memory as she drew a silhouette in the corner of the page of a woman looking wistfully out at the wild waves. Her lips parted slightly, and she bit the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. All other sounds faded away.

This was her element. She didn’t need a man to make her happy.

Chapter 2

RACHEL PULLED OPEN THE DOOR TO HER QUAINT LITTLE OFFICE on Monday morning and greeted her assistant Belinda.

Morning, Bell. Anything new come in?

Belinda smiled slyly at her as she handed her a stack of mail. Yes. Lots. They are all in your office.

Rachel's eyebrows rose in curiosity as she walked towards her office. Before she even turned the knob, she could smell the fragrance. When she pushed open the door, the aroma of the flowers assailed her senses with every turn of her head. 12 vases filled with a dozen roses a piece were placed amongst the small office making it look more like a flower shop than her office.

Poking her head back out, she called to Belinda. Who’s the dosser that brought these?

Belinda shrugged. They were delivered at 8 o’clock when I got here. I believe there was a card with one of them.

Rachel walked back into her office and looked through each vase until she found the little card. Opening it slowly, her breath caught.

Dear Rachel,

I was so grateful to meet you the other night.

I look forward to having that cup of coffee with you soon.

George Jacobsen

He searched her out. She didn't know whether to be pleased or concerned. Her office phone rang breaking her from her thoughts and she reached for it.

You have a George Jacobsen on line 1 for you, Ms. Byrne.

Rachel's heart beat faster. Thank you, Belinda. Put him through. She took a deep breath. Hello, Mr. Jacobsen.

Ms. Byrne. His voice sounded deeper than the other night. How are you?

Trying to find out why a floral shop is in my office. She responded dryly.

A low chuckle escaped George's lips. Surprised?

Immensely.

"Good.

Rachel grew irritated at the pleased tone in his voice. If you're going to ask me out again you might as well get it over with so I can say no. As much as I like the gesture of sending me a garden of flowers, it was a waste of your money.

Ah now I don't think that. George responded. I consider it an investment. Or we could even call it a down payment.

What you going on about? Rachel asked, her Irish accent flowing through.

George got right to the point. My office is in desperate need of some decorating. I was hoping you have an opening to come down and look at what could be done.

Well, if that's true I can have my assistant get in touch with you on some dates that would work into my schedule.

I can meet you for coffee.

Or, Rachel asserted. We can meet you at your office that needs this desperate remodel. She countered.

She heard him sigh deeply. You are a difficult girl, aren’t you?

Rachel smiled into the phone. Listen, I don’t know you and I’m not looking for a date so if you want to talk business, I am more than happy to oblige.

Well, if that’s the only way I can get to see you and hear more of that beautiful accent you have, then I am free this afternoon if it can be fitted into your schedule.

You think you’re charming, don’t you?

George gave a soft chuckle. I know I am.

Keep it up, hotshot.

So, I’m getting some points with this?

Rachel was glad that he couldn’t see her eyes roll. Not in the least. She glanced at her calendar. 1:30 work for you?

I’m looking forward to it.

As soon as the phone hung up, Rachel braced herself for the onslaught of inquiries that were sure to come from Belinda.

She wasn’t to be disappointed.

The door slammed open, and Belinda stood there with a smirk crossing her face as she placed her hands on her hips. Her eyes roamed around the flower covered room before resting on her boss expectantly.

Rachel looked right back.

Well? Belinda asked expectantly as Rachel turned to her computer.

Well, what?

What is up with all of these flowers? She reached up and tucked her short dark hair behind her ear. Her small stature being outweighed by her large personality. You never mentioned you had a man, but oh boy, you better never let him go.

You’re getting as much of a wrong idea as the guy is.

Belinda’s eyes rose, her brows hidden in her hairline.

It’s not like that. Not even close. Rachel shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in her chair. Just some guy that I met at a restaurant. He must’ve thought more of our conversation than there was. She blew out a puff of air and combed her fingers through her hair. He is offering us some business though. I’ll be meeting him at 1:30.

The clock moved too swiftly for Rachel and before she was ready, she stood in front of a massive prestigious building. Taking a deep breath, her hand grasped around the handle of the building of Webster, Radzinsky, and Jacobsen. Shaking her head slightly in disbelief that she was actually doing this, she pulled open the door and walked into the sleek Manhattan office. Walking confidently to the front desk, Rachel pushed down the butterflies flying around the pit of her stomach and informed the receptionist who she was. 

George’s face split into a large grin as he walked out into the lobby and saw her standing there looking beautiful in a navy blue skirt and white blouse. Her dark red hair was tucked back into a tight bun perched on the top of her head. She gave him a tight smile and reached out her hand. He took it and before she realized what he was going to do, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it gently.

You, my dear, are a sight for sore eyes. His eyes twinkled as he watched her roll her own. She followed him into the office.

I think the only sore eyes are the ones that have to look at this office. Rachel stated dryly.

George laughed, a hearty sound and looked around. The office was dark as the prior owner felt it better to have a dominating presence in his office. The dark gray walls coupled with the black carpet made one feel like they were being enclosed by a vast presence. The windows were covered with black shades. The contrast was a beautiful wooden desk sitting in the middle of the room, its ornate intricate swoops curving down the four corners reminded Rachel of a renaissance look.

Yes. My predecessor had a different way of wanting to deal with his clients.

Making them fearful? Rachel ventured.

Something like that.

Rachel pulled her notebook out of her bag and started walking slowly around the room. Did you have anything specific in mind?

Anything but this.

She chuckled as she put the pencil to paper and began to draw a sketch of the picture that gathered in her mind.

You’re a beautiful artist. George observed over her shoulder.

She ignored his compliment. I’m thinking of brightening the room up with some reds that will complement the wood and then some cream curtains to further enhance the natural beauty of the room.

I’m trusting your expertise.

Rachel gave a curt nod and closed her notebook, placing it back into her bag. As she did so, her stomach let out a loud growl making her realize she had skipped lunch.

Embarrassed, she bit her lip and gathered the rest of her things. Slinging her bag on her shoulder, Rachel turned towards George, hoping he hadn’t noticed. I will send over some sketches and a quote for the cost.

The man in front of her nodded before looking at his watch. He looked up and smiled at her. It’s been such a busy morning for me I haven’t had a break yet and am famished. Would you like to join me for a quick sandwich at the deli across the street?

Rachel paused in indecision.

George caught her hesitation. No pressure. I just figured you probably had just as crazy of a morning and may be hungry as well.

There was something about this woman that drew him, and he wanted to find out what it was. Rachel was becoming equally intrigued with him as well. It wasn’t just his good looks, that was a perk, but something else drew her in. A powerful force she couldn’t comprehend. Could it be possible that this man was different than Derrick had been?

Coming to a decision that she had nothing to lose and a container of mace in her purse lest she need it, she answered. Okay.

As she picked up her fork and speared a cucumber, Rachel looked across the table at George. His hair fell across his eyes as he reached for a chip from the bag in front of him. He licked his lips subconsciously causing Rachel’s eyes to avert there and her thoughts to drift to places she didn’t want them to go. She ducked her head as she felt her cheeks warm. Clearing her throat, she said. So, George. How long have you been a lawyer?

George looked at the chip in his hand that had been on its way to his mouth. My parents used to say since I could talk. I would argue about everything.

Rachel laughed. They must be proud that you followed your calling.

George’s face crinkled into a saddened expression.

Rachel immediately regretted her statement. I’m sorry if I said something out of place.

No. He was quick to reassure her. They just never got to see it come to pass.

I’m so sorry.

Not your fault.

Rachel swallowed the piece of lettuce that had become lodged in her throat. How long have they been gone?

More years than I can count.

Do you have any siblings?

Don’t have any family left. He stated simply and took a bit of his sandwich, his face pensive.

No family at all?

George shook his head, but said nothing, his eyes averting hers. Rachel gave a sad smile. I can understand that.

His head tilted to the side. Really? You don’t have any family around either?

No. She replied. My parents died in a car accident when I was 8.

That sucks.

Rachel stared at the fork for a minute before responding. Yes. It did. I was sent to Ireland to live with my aunt. But then a few years ago, well, we didn’t see eye to eye on things and I came to New York. Rachel shrugged her shoulders, not willing to go on such a personal level with this man. He was a client. This wasn’t a date. She mentally scolded herself.

Rachel jumped slightly when she felt George’s hand touch hers gently.

It’s not something you can easily get over, is it? He stated compassionately. The people we love never truly leave though. The legacy they leave behind is the most powerful thing we can hold on to.

She smiled gratefully at him. Thank you.

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After their lunch, the days started to meld into weeks and then a month went by. Rachel helped George with redecorating his office and in turn, he slowly began to work his way into her heart. He told her about growing up in Texas and she told him about her childhood in Dingle, Ireland. Try as she might, the guard around Rachel’s heart melted little by little.

You’re falling for him. Mellani said one night as she took a sip of her coffee, eyeing her friend with a twinkle. She pulled her legs behind her on Rachel’s couch and grinned.

I am not. Rachel scoffed, taking a sip of her own drink, and trying to keep the blush from her cheeks.

Don’t give me none of that, girl.

Rachel pursed her lips. He’s sweet.

Mellani placed her chin in her hands expectantly. And?

And nothing. Rachel replied. The job is about done. There’s nothing left for us.

Mellani shrugged. Well, he could be your date to a wedding. Might be fun.

A wedding? What wedding? I don’t know… Rachel stopped as she saw Mellani slip a diamond on her finger. He didn’t!

He did!

Rachel let out a little squeal and leaned across the couch to hug her friend tightly. She grabbed her friends left hand and inspected the diamond. She whispered softly.

I don’t know Gaelic, Rach.

Rachel smiled sheepishly, forgetting she sometimes lapsed into her native tongue. Her aunt had taught her both Gaelic and English growing up and she tended to switch back and forth without ever realizing it.

Sorry. I was just saying how beautiful. Rachel’s eyes gleamed at her friend. I am so happy for you. When is the date?

Well, I need to discuss that with my maid of honor. Mellani grinned. Do you have a calendar?

Rachel let out another squeal. I would be honored to be there for you and Noah. She leaped up from the couch and grabbed her phone that rested on the counter. Pulling up the calendar, she asked. What are you thinking? How much time do you want to prepare?

I just want to marry him. Mellani said her eyes sparkling and her look dreamy. But I still want an amazing wedding. Six months too soon?

Rachel grinned. Let’s get planning! She pulled out her iPad and they huddled around it giggling like young girls.

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George slowly circled his office and gave a low whistle. The office was completed. The changes made the office more inviting and cheerier.  The walls were now a cream color and the light shone through the sheer curtains from the windows making the cherry desk warm. The floor was changed from the drab dark carpet to a wood that complemented the desk and bookshelves. Large green plants gave the room a homey look and brightened the room. A large area rug beneath the desk completed the look.

Rachel looked around and nodded her approval. Yes. Looks much better.

George stopped his circle and looked at her. You truly are amazing and have a fantastic eye.

Thank you.

He slowly inched closer to her. We have one problem though.

Looking alarmed and trying to determine what could be missing, Rachel looked at him. Fully aware of how close he had gotten to her. She cleared her throat. What is that?

I have to think about what else I can have you decorate so that I can keep you around. He slowly reached out his hand until his fingers intertwined with hers.

She sucked in her breath as he took another small step forward, his face inches from hers. Her fingers grasped around his like a lifeline. I may have some landscaping that should be redone.

Rachel let out a small laugh just as his lips captured hers. Her heart beat erratically as she felt his arms circle around her waist and pull her closer. The kiss ran deeper, and Rachel gave in. She felt her hands come up and comb through his hair like she had wanted to so many times over the past month and then came to rest around his neck.

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Rachel squeezed Mellani’s hand as she watched her friend suck in a deep breath. Mellani looked lovely in her white laced dress with a scooped neckline. Her hair had soft tendrils hanging down in light curls resting across her mahogany skin. Her cheeks expanded as she blew out a puff of nervous air. They were sitting in a back room of the church waiting for the ceremony to begin. Mellani’s sister and father were in attendance as well.

I don’t know why I’m so nervous. She said quietly, gripping Rachel’s hand. "I’ve