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 is taken home to hide, back to the small Irish town he grew up in and to the home he once shared with Rory.
Rory Kendrick watches the news, sees every hour of the disaster unfold and somehow just knows that Lachlan was in the middle of it all. What he doesn’t know is that Lachlan will be forced to come back home to hide and to heal. Lachlan needs a friend, not a lover, but sometimes the lines are just too blurred to make any sense.
For a short story, Retrograde packs a punch in content. Lachlan survives a plane crash, but has no memories of what happened before or during the flight. As the co-pilot, the “authorities” control who gets to see him at the hospital and who isn’t allowed. Even though they had a painful break up, Rory wants to be on the list of allowed visitors. Lachlan wants to see him, too, but it takes a while for Rory to get in to his room. Once there, Rory vows to protect the man he loves – even if he believes Lachlan no longer loves him back. He takes him back to the farm where they lived together so that Lachlan can relax and recover without all of the chaos of the investigation surrounding him.
There is so much more to this story than a plane crash and a break-up. I adored Lachlan and Rory’s love for each other and how deep it went. Rory pushed aside his heartbreak to help the man he loved knowing that once Lachlan got his memory back he might be alone, again. They each face their past hurts which only intensifies how emotionally attached they are to each other I absolutely LOVE this couple and wish the story went on even longer just so I could spend more time with them.
Rory made his own coffee and watched as Marcus crossed the backyard with buckets in his hands. Rory turned and sat opposite Lachlan. Guilt had him rethinking what he had just done. He hadn’t listened to Lachlan, just ridden roughshod over him.
“Sorry,” he began, “I didn’t mean to get all heavy-handed. And I know that sounds so… small, compared to…. Look, I can’t for one minute know what you’re feeling—”
“No, you can’t.” Lachlan snapped the words, his posture tight, obviously looking for a fight.
“Like I said, I’m sorry.”
Lachlan relaxed. “I’m not sure what happened…. What I did…?”
“I’ve read the news, Lachlan. Whatever you and the pilot did saved all those lives—”
“We killed seven people, Rory. And there are more in intensive care.”
Rory’s heart sank. Just the tone of Lachlan’s voice had him wincing. Lachlan was taking the blame. It didn’t matter what the outcome actually was, Lachlan was holding himself responsible. “—we don’t know the whole story.”
“What if the reason I can’t remember is because it was so horrific, because it was my fault and I don’t want to remember?”
Rory didn’t believe that for a moment. Lachlan was doing that whole guilt-complex shit, self-sacrifice thing that he did so well. “I’m sure you did all you could,” he began lamely.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay, we don’t have to.” Rory searched for something else to say. Something that wasn’t about the elephant in the room—not the crash, not their friendship, not the relationship that destroyed itself, and not the feelings Rory had in his heart for Lachlan. None of it. In the end he fell back on the one thing he had; the only thing he knew. “The farm is doing well.”
Lachlan stared into his coffee, a million miles away. His expression was a frown and a scowl and something in between, almost confusion. He looked up at Rory.
“It is? That’s good.”
They were the words of polite interest, not the comments of someone who had spent so many summers working with Rory on the family farm.
“Donatello is still with us,” Rory offered. He hated silences and needed to fill them, otherwise he would just demand to know what the fuck was going on.
A soft smile quirked Lachlan’s lips. “He’s what, twenty now?”
“I remember when your dad first got him, and jeez, what did we call the other one, the one that died pretty young? Raphael?” Lachlan screwed up his face trying to recall the name of a goat that had passed on many years before.
“Leonardo.” They exchanged smiles at the memory, but where Rory was suffused with affection for the memories of the two baby goats that he and Lachlan had named after Ninja Turtles, all Lachlan did was smile briefly before confusion replaced the smile.
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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