Page 14 of One Weekend in Seattle

“No. So many things.” Her bright eyes lit up as she glanced around the store, ending with her gaze squarely on him. “Thank you, Sawyer. You know how to make my day special.” Gabby moved away. There was no way he was going to get away with buying her anything in this store.

“Do you have gift certificates?” This made it possible for him to shower her with gifts at a later time.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Also, do you do wholesale?” They really did have a lot of good wines.

“I believe so, sir. It would be best to talk with the owner. If you’ll give me a moment, I’ll get her.”

“Thank you.”

“Sawyer, they have truffle powder and salt, and…oh my, black truffle honey. I’m in heaven.”

He grinned. Sawyer turned as a woman walked out from the back. He talked to her about doing a wholesale order for the club. The owner was excited, and he told her he’d follow up on Monday and took her business card.

Sawyer joined Gabby. She was like a kid in a candy store, and it made him happy. She ran her fingers over the bottles as she wandered around, picking one up here and there. At times, there was a wistful look on her face when she put the bottle back.

When was the last time he’d enjoyed Pike Place? A long time. It was usually crowded, and Sawyer wasn’t one for crowded places, especially where he could be recognized. But today was a good day; no one seemed to care who he was, and Gabby was having the time of her life.

“We’ve got two more stops before we need to be at our pick-up spot in an hour.”

“Okay.” She grabbed a business card before they made their way out of the shop. “What’s our next stop?”

“Across the next street.” He guided her to their next stop.

“This is interesting.” She gazed at all the spreads, honey, and chocolate sauces. “I want one of everything, but that’s not possible.”

“I can make that happen.” The words slipped from his mouth.

Her eyes widened, and she tilted her head, staring up at him. He waited for her to explode or to ask him how he could afford to buy her everything in the store. One slip of the tongue could cause waves and explanations he wasn’t ready for.

“That’s a kind offer.” Gabby laid her hand on his arm. Warmth spread through him. “You’re giving me so much with this tour.” She picked up the store’s business card and looked at the person manning the stand. “You do ship, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am. Is there anything you want to sample?”

“No, thank you. It all looks so wonderful.” She smiled at the clerk. “Where to next?”

Sawyer breathed a sigh of relief he hadn’t messed up. “It’s a little bit of a walk from here.” He wanted to get her a gift certificate now as a surprise, but their next stop was several blocks away, and he didn’t want her walking by herself. He grabbed a business card. More gift certificates for Gabby or maybe he’d just buy stuff and have it shipped to her.

“Okay.” She slid her hand down his arm and entwined her fingers with his.

Sawyer enjoyed holding her hand. Together, they walked past the other vendors. He led her to a doorway and angled to the right. She squealed when she saw the shop name.

Gabby squeezed his hand. “You are the best.”

“Go.” He released her hand and watched her practically dance into the cutlery shop. She made her way to the row of display cases and began talking with the clean-cut young man behind the counter. Sawyer stood nearby.

He barely understood what they were talking about. He knew it was about knives, but all the lingo went over his head. While they spoke, he pulled out his cell, purchased a gift certificate from the last store, and purchased one from the one they were in.

His phone pinged with a text from his driver, letting him know he was on his way to pick them up. Sawyer made his way back into the store. Gabby was talking a mile a minute as the shop worker placed a knife inside a box.

“What did you get?” Sawyer asked.

“A Sabatier chef knife. I’ve wanted one of these for years, but they’re expensive. Luckily, it’s on sale today. I can’t wait to add this to my collection.” She handed her credit card over to the clerk.

“How will you get it home? You can’t take it on the plane, and I don’t think it would be safe in your checked luggage.”

“Luckily, they ship.” She grinned. “This has been the best.” Gabby went up on her toes and brushed a kiss over his cheek.

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