Page 8 of One Weekend in Seattle

Lindsay pouted but didn’t protest.

“I’ll walk you out to your car,” Sawyer said as they walked toward the entrance.

“We came by ride share,” Gabby said.

“Let me call one for you.” He pulled his cell out and stepped away.

“I like him,” Lindsay said.

“Me too.” She glanced at her friend. “How much did you have to drink after the champagne?”

“Oh just a few shots at the bar with Jesse. Sooooo, Sawyer is picking you up tomorrow.”

“Yes. Is it okay to give him your address?”

“Always so concerned about safety,” Lindsay said. “Yes, it’s fine.”

“Car will be here in a few minutes,” Sawyer said, walking up to them.

Lindsay swayed, and Gabby gripped her arm. “I think she’s had too much to drink.”

Sawyer smiled. “It’s okay.” He took her other arm, and they moved outside.

The lines were gone, but the bouncer was still at the door. The cool Seattle evening brushed over Gabby’s arms. Maybe she should have brought a cover-up.

“Here.”

Warmth enveloped her as Sawyer draped a jacket over her shoulders. Her heart melted. Such a gentlemanly thing to do.

“Seattle can get a little chilly at night. Remember that for tomorrow.”

“Thank you. I’ve texted you Lindsay’s address.”

“Perfect.” He smiled, and Gabby’s knees wobbled.

Thankfully, a car pulled up right in front of the building at that moment. “I didn’t think anyone was allowed to drive down this road?”

“Before midnight, no, but after, it’s all good.” Sawyer opened the back door.

“Wait a second, this isn’t a ride share,” Gabby said.

“It’s a service I work with all the time.” Sawyer helped Lindsay into the vehicle and turned to her. “I promise they’re very reputable.”

“But…” He placed his fingers on her lips.

“Please don’t worry so much. I promise you and Lindsay will be fine. I wouldn’t risk any woman’s life.”

Gabby sighed. “I’ll try.” She shrugged off the jacket and handed it to him. “Thanks for the jacket loan.”

“You’re welcome. And Gabby?”

She turned her head.

“Until tomorrow.” He brushed a soft kiss over her cheek before helping her into the car and shut the door.

The front passenger window rolled down, and Sawyer gave the driver Lindsay’s address and stepped back. The car moved, andGabby turned to watch out the back window until the vehicle turned, and Sawyer disappeared.

“Are you ladies comfortable?” the driver asked.

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