Page 31 of One Weekend in Seattle

Gabby watched him, noticing how his gait wasn’t as steady as it usually was, and damn if he didn’t have muscles rippling overhis back. She itched to jump out of bed and run her palms over his tan skin.

When he was out of her sight, Gabby shook her head and took a sip of coffee. Perfect. How did he know? Oh, from dinner last night. He paid attention to how much milk and sugar she put into her coffee.

Observant man. What else had he noticed? Cradling the mug in one hand, she climbed out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. Her mouth dropped open. She could fit her whole apartment in here. Beautiful mosaic tile, a huge shower with a garden tub next to it.

Glancing at the sink, she caught her reflection in the mirror. “Oh dear God.” The words slipped from her lips.

Her hair was all over the place, any make-up she had on last night was gone. Thank goodness for smudge proof mascara. Ugh. She breathed into her hand. Morning breath. And still, Sawyer had kissed her and looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Her stomach flipped over. She’d never been around a man like Sawyer, and she wasn’t sure how to handle him. She giggled. Oh she handled him all right last night. Taking a long drink of her coffee, she set the mug on the counter. She twisted her hair up so it wouldn’t get wet and stepped into the shower.

She turned on the water and flipped the shower on. She jumped as the cool water hit her skin, but it soon warmed up. Okay, first things first. A quick shower, brush teeth, and get… Clothes?

Gabby didn’t have any clothes. She hadn’t even bothered to look for what she wore yesterday. Well, damn what was she going to do? Quickly, she washed up and wrapped her body in a towel.

After brushing her teeth, and using a comb left on the counter for her hair, she glanced around the bathroom. There was a robeon the back of the door. Probably Sawyers’. Well, it was better than a towel. Although walking into the kitchen with just a towel on did give her some pleasurable ideas. Food first, though.

She slipped the soft mauve material on. It was velvety against her skin, reminding her of the way Sawyer caressed her last night. His hands had roamed every inch of her body. A flash of heat went through her. With a deep breath, she pushed away the memories of last night and hung the damp towel over the hamper, grabbed her empty cup, and ventured out.

She stopped when she saw her clothes neatly folded on the bed. Her underwear sat on top, and heat filled her. Gabby picked up her panties. Thank goodness her clothes were wash and wear material. The underwear was still warm. It hit her. He’d thrown her clothes in the washer and dryer.

This man continued to surprise her. Slipping off the robe, she dressed quickly and made her way out of the bedroom and down the hallway. She could hear Sawyer in the kitchen and stopped in her tracks when she entered the living room. The view was stunning. It had been last night, but in the light of day… The natural light into the room made everything seem bright and airy.

“Hungry?” Sawyer asked.

Her stomach growled. “Yes.” Surprisingly, she was. “I hope you don’t mind. I borrowed your robe.” Her gaze took in the lowriding sweats and t-shirt he wore. Gabby’s palms itched to touch his solid chest.

His eyes darkened. “I bet it looked a lot better on you than me.”

“You flatter me.”

“Go sit down. I’ll bring the food.” He gestured to the dining room table. Gabby did as he requested. The table was already set.

“I love this view,” she said as she sat down. Gabby never realized what great views of the sound and mountains these apartments had.

Sawyer walked in with several platters, put them on the table, and left. Her eyes widened. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and waffles. Was he feeding an army? When Sawyer came back, he had a cheese and fruit platter, along with a carafe of coffee and orange juice.

“Are you expecting company?” she asked.

“No. Why?” He took a seat next to her. His body heat called out to her.

“I can’t believe you’d cook all this for the two of us.” She gestured to the food laden table.

He glanced at the table. “I did go overboard, didn’t I. Sometimes, I order more than is needed.” His eyes twinkled. “I’m not a very good cook.”

“Trying to impress a chef?”

“If I say yes, would that earn me a kiss.”

“You’ll get one anyway.” Gabby leaned over and brushed a kiss over his lips. “Where do I start?” She looked over the food. It all looked so good. She took a pancake, waffle, several pieces of bacon and sausage. That would be a good start.

“What would you like to do today?” Sawyer asked as he filled his plate.

Gabby stared at him. “I probably should spend some time with Lindsay.”

“I get that. After breakfast, give her a call or a text and see what she’d like to do today. I’m game for anything.”

Gabby tilted her head. “You don’t have to do this.”

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