Page 37 of One Weekend in Seattle

Chapter Five

“Oh my goodness, girl. When I told you to go for it, I didn’t expect this.”

“I know.” Gabby had gone through everything from her time with Sawyer, including them sleeping together.

“What has you spooked? Too soon after the divorce?”

“I wouldn’t think so. I mean I’ve been separated for over three years, and I certainly didn’t love my ex anymore. We’d grown so far apart.”

“Yeah, he really only wanted your money.”

“So true.” Gabby shifted. “I think that’s why I was bothered with Sawyer spending so much on me yesterday.”

“It sounded like he wanted to. It wasn’t like you asked him to do all those things for you.”

“I know; it still bothers me though.”

“I’d love to punch your ex. He did such a number on you.”

“Probably. I don’t know. Something with Sawyer didn’t feel right.”

“What?”

“It was much more than paying for stuff Saturday. It’s the place he’s living.”

“I thought you said the apartment was a perk of his job.”

“That’s what Sawyer said.” She rubbed her forehead. “Did you remember where you know him from?

Lindsay shook her head. “You don’t believe him about the apartment?”

“I’m not sure.” Her gut churned. “He’s so comfortable there, like he’s used to money. The place was pristine. At times, I was afraid I’d mess things up or break something.”

“Did Sawyer seem at all concerned?”

“Not one bit.”

“What else?”

“This morning when he brough me home, he drove a small but still luxury SUV, one I’m sure was at least sixty thousand dollars or more.”

“Maybe it’s a lease.” Lindsay stared at her. “Quit looking for reasons to dislike Sawyer.”

“That’s the problem.” Gabby rubbed between her breasts. “I’m falling for him.”

“Way to go,” Lindsay yelled. “Or is it?”

“I don’t know. Part of me wonders if there’s something I’m missing, some side of him that isn’t the caring, wonderful man I spent yesterday with. The other part is telling me to just go with it.”

“I say go with it.”

“Of course you would.” Gabby laughed. Was she being overly critical? Probably. She hated feeling this way. The past three years she’d mapped out her life and how easily she’d been thrown into turmoil. “Did I tell you Sawyer invited us to the club tonight?”

“What?” Lindsay’s face lit up.

“Yes, he said he’d hold a table for us.”

“Are we going?” Lindsay practically vibrated with excitement.

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