Page 7 of One Weekend in Seattle

She smiled. “I’m always up for good food.”

“Part of the executive chef job?”

“In a way.”

There was a wishful tone in her voice. “Care to tell me?”

Gabby lowered her gaze. “It’s not important.”

“Ah, but I think it is.” He swung her around, creating a little separation from other couples on the floor.

“Really, it’s no big deal.”

Sawyer frowned. It didn’t sound right to him. He opened his mouth to dig deeper, but backed off. They really didn’t know each other that well…yet. For now, he’d be content with holding her in his arms and dancing.

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Gabby took a deep breath as she slid back into the booth. What was it about Sawyer that made her want to bare her soul? She hadn’t dated much during her separation. Was that the cause? She’d only had, what, two glasses of champagne, and she’d alsoeaten and made sure to drink water. She wasn’t drunk, so her reaction to him didn’t make sense.

Dancing those slow dances, being chest to chest and hip to hip with Sawyer, made her wonder if she’d gone too long without sex. It was an odd thought, but damned if she didn’t want to explore with Sawyer. But she was only here for the weekend. Unless she moved up here like Lindsay wanted.

She slammed on the mental brakes. No. It was too early to think about that with Sawyer. On the drive to the club, Lindsay had encouraged her to keep an open mind and relax a bit. Gabby was trying. After years of working her ass off, relaxation was hard for her.

Her phone pinged. “Excuse me.” She pulled it out of her purse. A text message from her boss asking about the Saturday delivery. With a sigh, she texted him back and glanced at the time. It was almost midnight.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes. Just a quick work question. For tomorrow, where and when should I meet you?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“There’s no need to drive to West Seattle just to drive back this direction.”

Sawyer stared at her. “Remember earlier, when I mentioned my mother raised me to be a gentleman? I can pick you up. A little extra drive is not going to kill me.”

Just that quick, Gabby’s insides melted. When was the last time anyone offered to pick her up? Certainly not her ex, who never cared how she got home from work on late nights. “Okay.” She wasn’t going to argue with him, and she disliked city driving anyhow. It was nice not to worry about getting around.

“Good. Tell me Lindsay’s address please. I’m assuming you’re staying with her.”

“I am, but I need to check with her first.”

“I understand. Can I get your phone number?”

“That I can do.” She waited until he pulled his own phone out before rattling off her number. A second later, her phone pinged.

“That was me, so you’ll have my number.”

Gabby looked up as Lindsay wobbled over. “How are you two doing?” While Lindsay’s words were clear, Gabby had a feeling her friend had had a little too much to drink.

“Good.” It was time to get Lindsay home. “What time tomorrow do you want to pick me up?”

“Is eight-thirty too early?”

“I can do that.”

“Oh good, I’m glad you two are spending time together,” Lindsay commented with a big grin.

“Yes. And I think it’s time to go home.”

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