Page 38 of One Weekend in Seattle

“I have a feeling you want to.”

“Yes, please. Everyone at my job will be so jealous.”

Gabby chuckled.

“I’ll even give you an mani-pedi if you say yes.”

Now that was a deal Gabby would make. “We can go but not too late. I have to fly home tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Lindsay?” Gabby hated the dismay in her friend’s face.

“Why don’t you move up here? You know you could get a job easily, and we’d be closer to each other.”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“Let me get everything set up, and we can talk as I work.” Lindsay jumped off the sofa.

Gabby sat there, wondering. What was stopping her from moving here?

***

Three hours later, not only did Gabby have a mani-pedi, she and Lindsay had talked over the idea of Gabby moving here. Gabby had also done some research and applied for a couple of jobs.

“To make this work, I’d have to find a job first.” Gabby noted where she’d applied on the list they’d pulled together. “And a place to live.”

“You can stay with me until you find something you want.”

“This will take some time. Finding a job and I have to give my notice and pack up my place.”

“Once you have everything in place, I’ll fly down and help you pack. Your apartment is so small, I’m sure there isn’t that much.”

That was true. Mainly her two bookcases full of books, her TV, clothes, kitchen stuff, and other nicknacks. The rest of the apartment furniture wasn’t worth anything. She’d bought most of it second hand.

“I really need to think this through. I can’t believe you talked me into applying for jobs already. This feels too fast.”

“What is there to think about?”

“You know I’m not one to just jump into things.” Well, most of the time anyway. But deep in her gut, she knew this was the right move.

“I know, but I think it’s time for you to have a change. You need to get out of your rut.”

“Am I in a rut?” Was she? It was possible. For the last three years she’d concentrated on her job and trying to get her divorce.

“You are. Tell you what, we’ve got a few hours until we can go to the Vault. You keep looking at job openings in the area, and I’ll fix us something to eat.”

Gabby nodded. “Nothing heavy.”

“Salad it is.”

Gabby opened up her internet browser on her phone and continued the job search.

***

Sawyer glanced at his watch again. It was only seven, and the doors to the Vault wouldn’t open for another hour. He was impatient to see Gabby again.

“You reserved table one for your lady friend, I see,” Eric said.

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