Page 42 of One Weekend in Seattle

Gabby blinked. “First class?”

“Yes. To be honest, you look like you could use a little pampering.”

Gabby almost laughed. She’d cried most of the night, the cold compress could only do so much for her eyes. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

With her sunglasses covering her eyes again, Gabby walked away. Security was a breeze, and she made it to her gate easily. Finding a seat, she pulled out her phone, checking for activity. Just last night’s text from Sawyer. A sigh escaped her lips.Buck up.Nothing was going to come of her mooning over Sawyer. He lied, and that’s all there was to it. He knew money was a trigger for her, and he’d lied about it.

Somewhere in the dregs of last night’s pity party, Gabby had realized she still wanted to move to Seattle. She was in a job she didn’t like, and everything in her condo reminded her of her ex. It was time for a change, and she’d just have to make sure she steered well clear of the Vault and its…owner. Once she got home, she’d immerse herself in packing and give her notice. Job or no job. Lindsay was her closest friend, and she wanted to make her home where Lindsay was. It was time to do something new and different.

It would help her forget all about him. Her heart pounded, a painful reminder that she didn’t want to forget him. She hated how he’d gotten past all her defenses and, in such a short time, become someone special to her. Beyond special. And he’d been lying to her the entire time.

Tears welled.Enough.She was done crying over him. Time to take back her power.

Chapter Six

Sawyer paced around his office. Radio silence from Gabby and he didn’t like it. He checked the flights to San Francisco. All had left on time. He hoped she’d text him to say she made it home okay.

“Ummm, Sawyer, there’s a woman here to see you,” one of the bouncers said.

Sawyer’s mood perked up. “Great.” He made his way downstairs. When he got to the bar area, he was surprised to see Lindsay sitting on a bar stool.

“Lindsay.”

“About time.”

The coldness in her voice almost made him take a step back. “Is everything okay? Is Gabby okay?” His heart stuttered at the thought of Gabby hurt.

“You’re an ass, you know that? I want an explanation, and I want it now.”

Sawyer was confused. “Explain what, Lindsay?”

“How you could hurt my best friend the way you did.”

“Hurt Gabby?” He’d never hurt her. He was half in love with her. Shock ran through him. Half in love? Probably more than that. They’d been apart for less than twenty-four hours. He missed her more than he had any other person in his life. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You lied to her.” Lindsay poked her finger at his chest.

A sliver of dread zipped up his spine. Sawyer tilted his head. “How did I lie to her?”

“Oh come on, Sawyer.” Lindsay waved her hands in the air. “The Vault. You’re the owner, not the manager you told Gabby you were.”

“I’ll admit that’s true. How did you figure it out?” He wasn’t going to lie. In a way, it was a relief that Lindsay and Gabby knew the truth.

“Jesse let it slip last night. It’s not his fault, so don’t blame him.”

“I won’t. Is that why Gabby won’t answer my texts?”

Lindsay gave him a curt nod. “I’m glad she’s not. You hurt her, and you don’t deserve her.”

He stood there for a moment. “You’re right. I don’t deserve her, but that doesn’t matter. She’s important to me.”

“So important that you lied?”

“I didn’t technically lie; I just kept some things to myself.”

“Yeah. Like the fancy apartment Lindsay told me was a perk of your job. I bet that’s yours as well.”

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