Page 9 of One Weekend in Seattle

How could they not be? The smooth black leather seats molded to their bodies, and there was enough room for eight people. “We’re good, thank you,” Gabby replied.

He nodded.

“So tell me about Sawyer.” Lindsay’s words were slightly slurred, but the look on her face was intensely curious.

“What is there to tell?”

“You’re going to spend the day with him?”

“Yes. He’s going to show me Seattle.”

“Did he say where he’s taking you?”

“We talked about Pike Place Market.” Gabby frowned. “Oh damn, I didn’t bring a lot of clothing.”

“Easy fix. If you need something, we’re close enough to the same size you’ll be able to borrow something of mine.”

“Maybe.” Gabby pulled out her phone and sent Sawyer a text about what she should wear. He texted her back less than a minute later.

Casual. Where we will be having dinner doesn’t have a dress code, so don’t be worried. Don’t forget a jacket.

She chuckled as her thumbs tapped the screen.“Yes, sir.”

“What’s so funny?” Lindsay asked.

“Sawyer reminded me to bring a jacket tomorrow.”

Lindsay nodded. “You like him.”

“He’s different.” He was, and Gabby liked that. He wasn’t at all pretentious like the people who came into the restaurant where she worked. It was a plus that he was so sexy. She shook her head, not sure if she was ready to jump back in the water yet. No sense getting ahead of herself. They’d just met.

Lindsay grinned. “I’ve seen him somewhere before.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. It’ll come to me.” Lindsay laid her head against the seat and closed her eyes.

Gabby watched the lights of the city, thinking about tomorrow. She was looking forward to seeing Seattle with Sawyer, and she made a promise to herself that she would enjoy herself. No worries about her life, work, or anything else. This time was for her.

Chapter Two

Sawyer stepped out of the car on Saturday morning and looked at Gabby’s friend’s apartment building. This was a nicer area of West Seattle. He stared at the security gate. Gabby hadn’t given him the apartment number, so he pulled his cell out.

“Hi, Gabby. I’m downstairs.”

“Hi! I’ll be right down.”

The line went dead, and he frowned. The gentleman in him bristled at not picking her up at her door. He paced until Gabby walked out to the gate.

“Sorry, I forgot about the gate, and Lindsay is still sleeping.”

That explained why she didn’t want him in the apartment. Her concern for her friend was admirable. His gaze took in the black pants combined with a red blouse. Her green eyes sparkled. There was a light jacket thrown over her arm. “No worries. May I say you look delicious.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek.

Her cheeks bloomed. “Thank you. Is this going to be okay?” She indicated her outfit, which gave him a reason to appreciate curves in all the right places.

“Perfect.” He took her by the elbow, guided her over to the car, and opened the door.

Gabby slid in and said good morning to the driver. “Same as last night.”

---